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À tout à l’heure!


There's a little phrase in France that I think is quite appropriate for me to use right now and that is...à tout à l’heure! I plan to catch up on my blog à tout à l’heure, in other words, right away. I learned from the Orange (phone company) installation man and the water heater repair man, right away doesn't necessarily mean right away. À tout à l'heure can vary from a few minutes to an hour more or less, leaning more towards the more side of an hour and maybe even more than more. In other words, don't hold your breath and drop everything you're doing. Just wait a bit. So, I will write again and you can catch up with the Pagapops - à tout à l’heure.

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