I hear Sappho’s Train de Paris and I remember Garde du Nord, waiting to take the TGV in Holland, Belgium or Brittany. Abidjan's songs reminds me of an Arab market in Vienna’s Mitt Bahnhof area...
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I hear Sappho’s Train de Paris and I remember Garde du Nord, waiting to take the TGV in Holland, Belgium or Brittany. Abidjan's songs reminds me of an Arab market in Vienna’s Mitt Bahnhof area...
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