I grew up in Kansas.
Kansas is affectionately known as “flyover country”. Translation: “There’s nothing there”. While this may not be entirely accurate, I can tell you that Kansas lacks in anything more than a couple of hundred years old.
Food. Can you name a food that Kansas is known for? Me neither. Except for barbeque - which is the best anywhere in the world, in my non-biased opinion. But that’s about it. Nothing else there compares to what you can find in France.
Medieval towns. Check. Roman ruins. Check. Baguettes. Check. Cheese. Check. Wine. Check.
Plus with high-speed trains and cheap flights it’s all so easy to see.
After 5 years of living in France, I don't care that I’m not in Kansas anymore.
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