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发帖数: 473 | 1 意大利手记还没有写完，这几天一个朋友催我写南法的那次小小的旅行，写下来看着
好玩。所以这里再开一篇。混乱之处，还请原谅。:)
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First impression of the village
It was completely dark when we arrived at the village. After getting off the
car, I looked around and was struck by the beauty of the village.
There was a narrow lane in front of us, a slope leading up. On both sides of
the lane, cottages with cute shutters stood quietly. Or gites, as the
French call such country houses. My eyes set on the side wall of the first gite on our right. It was a high and straight wall, made of stones, exposed on its
surface. The bare stones looked really plain and ancient in the natural dim light.
Quiet, everything was so. The moon hided behind clouds. Rain was drizzling.
I couldn't help comparing the experience to my memory of the villages in the south west of
China.
Somehow it felt so different here. Maybe it was because of the shape of the
village houses. I did not know. Yet strangely this village reminded me of the last scene of the Godfather legend, that in Siccily, Michael fell off from his chair and died in peace.
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