Something that occurred to us recently was that, the weird ways Johnny Foreigner goes about things apart, we hadn't experienced much actual folk culture. This was all set to rights when, two nights ago, Ruth and I found ourselves dancing the polka on an alp in Liechtenstein to the sounds of a local accordionist and gunfire.
I must say that I had hoped to live the reality of ethnic cultures a little more intensely. Oh, how I had looked forward to the pleasures of Lapp Dancing and Pole Dancing. But, no, not a touch!
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