Our first stop on the two-week Easter holiday was a small village on the France side of the Luxemburg boarder. I’d tried to get accommodation in Luxemburg itself but learnt that it is one of the most expensive cities in Europe to stay in and also much more in to couple accommodation than a family of six.

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While the kids were off at school collecting their stories for the lunch time table Pete and I were at our own little school. French lessons fours times a week for an hour and a half in the morning.

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School for Jack and Poppy was good. Jack’s teacher was the, ‘To Sir with Love,’ type except instead of being a gorgeous six foot Negro, he was a slight framed Yugoslavian. 

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