Long ago and far away in a remote village in central France, a mere stone's throw from Chambord, we hopped into Dad's Van Ordinaire and headed to the local dump. This place wasn't shown on any tourist map but it should have been well marked... even highlighted. Aside from being the town's social gathering place on Saturday mornings, it was a literal treasure house of wonderful things, barely used, lovingly given up for adoption. First come, first served.
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| A stainless steel goldmine! |
