In Quiévrain, on the Belgian border, the people of Valencia rushed to tobacco
In the misted-up Clio that we “stuck to the train” for a good half an hour, we saw, on several occasions, the driver making large annoyed gestures. There was plenty: every meter that separated the Valenciennes in search of tobacco from the Belgian border tasted like torture: Things were stalling “dry” from the entry of … Read more