Almost every morning at 8, a tubby little old man in baggy pants, a wool shirt and a brown pullover sweater emerges from the concierge's cottage of the Chateau Valrac in the sleepy little Franco-Spanish border town of Prades. Usually, with his huge German shepherd dog Follet trotting alongside, he walks down the road toward the beautiful medieval Abbey of St. Michel de Cuxa, or toward the Canigou, the mountain which lies near the Catalonian border. He seldom heads toward the center of the town; the townspeople of Prades are inordinately proud of Pablo...
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