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The little town of Le Chambon lies in the mountains of south-central France. It isn't a particularly beautiful place, or a particularly prosperous one. Before the war, the population had grown used to living off summer visitors. For the rest of the year, the boardinghouses were shut and the population endured the battering of the snow-wind, the 'burle,' with resignation. 'Neuf mois d'hiver, trois mois de misères,' they said. It was, and is, a place outwardly dour and cold.
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