Aah, Biarritz. Two days after the sixth form ball, and you’re in an Irish tavern under a hostel, listening to a French Weezer cover band with your school chums. It’s the start of the rest of your life, but first you’re going to frolic on the beach, meet some Americans on the hunt for Jim Morrison’s grave, and make the cheapest sandwich in all of France.
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