It’s a happy coincidence that bring me on this road. I was driving and and something caught my eye.
Flying flags and tepees stand there. Guards with rifles in their hands make the law in the campsite.
We ‘re not to the states but in Gironde, in a little village in the southwest of France.
I didn’t need time to understand that here it’s not only fancy dress, people wasn’t faking their true love and interest for the culture and history of states.
it’s was a real journey, i forget what was outside this micro world.
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