The closest I’d come to visiting Champagne in the 6 years I’ve lived in France was bumping into some girls I vaguely knew from London on the Eurostar once, who were on their way to a hen weekend there. I joined them in the bar carriage and by the time our train pulled into Paris I made my way home thankful I wasn’t joining them on the rest of their jour…
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