In 1967, when I was twenty years old and on my way to Europe to max-out my Eurail pass, I stayed briefly in Folkestone, England on the white cliffs of Dover with a great-aunt, my…
In 1967, when I was twenty years old and on my way to Europe to max-out my Eurail pass, I stayed briefly in Folkestone, England on the white cliffs of Dover with a great-aunt, my…