21 May 2006

Last Sunday Dinner


We celebrated Catharine's birthday (Lila helped blow out the candles) and the boys and I said good-bye to Diana, Mitch, Lila and baby Anna. They are off to London to begin a new adventure. Mitch's employers, Fortis Bank, have been really impressed with what he has done in Paris and are moving him to the center of the financial universe.

With our recent change of plans -- staying in Paris -- it wasn't as sad an occasion as it could have been. We will all be on the same continent and, with the Eurostar, just a short train ride a way. Still, Sunday walks in the park followed by dinner probably won't happen again for a while. We'll miss them.

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Gaudy and La Pedrera



I did an overnight in Barcelona last week. I was speaking at a conference on the benefits of search engine marketing and instead of the 2 days I was supposed to have to enjoy Barcelona, it turned out I had to be back in Paris that evening for a meeting. So I cut out at lunch, grabbed the nearest taxi and told him to take me to Gaudy's famous La Pedrera, a building right in the heart of the city not far from his famous cathedral the Sagrada Familia .

I took a fascinating audio tour and learned a great deal about Barcelona's most famous architect. La Pedrera is an apartment building and one of his last works. It has his characteristic art nouveau styling with some really inventive roof decorations. Besides his predilection for organic stylings, he pioneered some interesting techniques used today by modern architects. I loved his emphasis on light, which was always his priority. One floor of the building was done in period furniture and the apartments were wonderfully open and well lit.

I tried to take a bunch of photos with my mobile phone but there are actually plenty on the web that are much better. Here is a link to a good site if you are interested in knowing more about Gaudy. View photo site.

The Loire Valley



Our friends Barbara and Jeremy kindly lent us their beautiful country cottage in the Loire Valley for the May 8 long weekend and we jumped at it. As you can see from the photo above (and more below), it is a gorgeous spot. Inside it has loads of character: huge, ancient beams, enormous fireplace, all nicely modernized where it counts -- bathrooms and kitchens. And it sits in the middle of a woods/garden that was in full springtime bloom. A little bit of heaven that they call "La Folie".

If you like the look of it, they will be renting it out and we would highly recommend it to anyone wanting to spend some time in the Loire area.

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Chateau Chenonceau



We had intended to see a number of chateaus in the area, but this was the only one we managed. We weren't disappointed. Catharine recently read a book I gave her for Christmas on the love triangle between Dianne de Poitiers, Catherine de Medici and Francois II. Chenonceau features Dianne's garden and Catherine's garden. I preferred the latter garden but from the sounds of it would have preferred the former in person (as did Francois). Catharine kept us all well informed of the history as we toured and admired the beautiful building.

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Skiing in Tignes


Imagine skiing on the first of May in the French Alps! That was the dream that Catharine and I were fortunate to live 3 weeks ago. The company employee organization books a hotel every spring in Tignes -- one of the highest stations in the Alps -- and 150 of us spent 4 days skiing our buns off, eating good French food and even racing each other down the hill.

We couldn't have been luckier with the weather. It was sunny but not hot. The snow was very skiable and, except at the very bottom, didn't turn to soup until the end of the day. The mornings were icy but by 10 am things would soften up enough to make it really fun. On my last run, I dropped 1350 meters (over 4,000 feet) in 10 minutes and covered close to 3 miles (and only stopped 4 times to catch my breath). What a rush. (Click here to see an interactive map for the ski buffs -- my last run started at the La Grande Motte, Glacier de la Vanoise).

My photos begin with a view of the station itself, which is quite ugly. It is all built above the tree line, which makes the skiing spectacular, but the village feels like it is built on the moon. And everything is modern. However, our room was charming and the view from the heated swimming pool was of mountains only.

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Easter at Le Fief

Flowers at Le Fief
Easter is a special time for us, because since we came to Europe it has been a ritual to join my Uncle Michael, Aunt Irena and assorted cousins at their lovely country place in the Limousin. Le Fief has become our second home.

This weekend was especially poignant because we thought it was to be our last Easter with them (since then life has taken a lurch and we are staying after all). So there was a certain sentimentality to the weekend as we quietly said our good-byes. We ate and drank sumptuously, which is to say, occasionally to excess but never with regret. Katherine's children, Felix and Sophia, are growing and becoming more and more part of the social life. We enjoyed a rousing game of Pictionary -- Felix contributing some wonderful drawings of pirates ships and kings and queens. And we took lots of walks through the blooming fields with Max.

Le Fief and the surrounding countryside provided, as always, inspiration for my camera. Hope you enjoy the results. View the photo set or watch a slideshow.

05 March 2006

Goodbye to Spots


This weekend we had another canine visitor. Sally the Dalmation came to stay. We all had fun adjusting to each other's peculiarities. Friday night we discovered that when Sally gets cold, she climbs up on the master bed and snuggles in next to the first warm body she can find. Sally was fascinated with how we operated around the apartment following each of us and watching intently as we did such mundane things as opening the mail and folding the laundry. She was interested in everything -- especially food preparation, of course, being a dog.

Catharine also had some learning experiences: such as having two dogs on the same leash (one at either end) doesn't work so well when they decide to wrap themselves around you in the middle of a Parisian intersection.

Tonight after 3 fun days, Katrin came by to pick her up and we had to say good-bye to Sally and her spots.

Speaking of spots, this was the weekend that I had to say good-bye to another kind of spots. No more spotting chess pieces or points in ping-pong to my sons. Charles beat me in 2 out of 5 ping-pong matches this weekend and I'm just glad to escape with the rubber.

Then tonight Alexander put his ol' Dad through his paces on the chess board. It's been awhile since I've played with Xano, but he's become somewhat keen lately. Being over 16, no pieces were spotted and I barely escaped his right-side Queen-rook attack on my King. Fortunately, the hubris of youth played to my favour -- whew! I side-stepped his pressing attack and found myself one rook to the advantage. Then it was only a matter of playing the careful plodding game of the elderly, until mathematical advantage defeated the wiley maneuvres of the more nimble mind.

Good-bye spots, hello strange transitions.

19 February 2006

Sutton Ski Week



We're just back from our ski vacation and Reynolds-Coats family get-together in Mt. Sutton, Quebec. As you can see from the photo above, taken on the last day, we all had good time and, despite some of the difficulties of living in close quarters with 3 small ones, the week was very successful. My thanks and congratulations to Laurence and Odile, and Gord and Prisca for their parenting of the wee ones.

The weather was remarkable in every way. We started off with very normal winter weather. Then, on the Tuesday, a whopper of a snowstorm dropped at least a foot of powder on the mountain. The skiers were in heaven! But Wednesday dawned to the sound of dripping. The sun was out and spring was in the air. Someone said it got to 10 C. Then Thursday, more snow and some freezing rain. Friday dawned wet, wet, wet, followed at noon by huge winds, snow and dropping temperatures. A couple of us dared the chair-lift in late afternoon but nearly froze. They had to shut down the chair because of the winds. Finally Saturday came, our last day, and it was below -20 C with a wind that cut right through you. Time to scuttle back to Paris!

We shared everything from cooking to cleaning, to shopping and child-care. Everyone pitched in, from the smallest to the biggest. Lots of games were played, we were entertained many nights by the Canadian perspective on the Winter Olympics in Torino and otherwise kibbitzed and shared our experiences and stories.

In photo: Front row: Charles Reynolds, J. Richard Owen, Tabbatha Owen, Catharine; Second row: Odile Bancod-Reynolds with son Samuel in lap, Laurence Reynolds with son Matteo in lap, Dawn Reynolds, Prisca Reynolds Wiley with son Findlay in lap; Back row: me, Lucy Coats Owen, Francis Reynolds, my two sons, Charles and Alexander, Gord Wiley and Archie Owen.

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15 January 2006

Mitch's Birthday Lunch


Catharine's cousin Diana, her husband Mitch and daughter Lila came today for lunch. We had a delightful time, as always, and celebrated Mitch's birthday with a fine homemade chocolate cake. It's fun to see Lila and hear how much she is talking now. She has grown so independent that she had no problem leaving Diana, who is 8 months and 1 week pregnant and needed a nap, to join us all for a walk in the park. We tossed the frisbee about and Lila led us to the pond where she threw sticks for Max and Toby to retrieve. Catharine enjoyed some hours with Lila remembering the joys of being with a toddler, without any of the anxieties about lost sleep!

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Le Bois en Hiver


I was out last weekend shooting photographs and trying out a new lens. Nothing new in this bunch, just some nice mood shots and a feeling for our winter (which to most Canadians will seem a lot like late fall -- except the Vancouverites). Hope you enjoy them.

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Charles' Birthday Party


I remember my 12th birthday party mostly because we played the Safari's 45 rpm "Surfer Joe" (B side of Wipeout) until about 4:00 am in the morning. My Dad only came in once to ask us if we couldn't vary the music mix a bit. Very restrained of him I now think.

Fortunately, Charles and his friends either had more options for entertainment or were just less obsessive-compulsive. They started the party with a game of soccer, or "foot" as the French call it. This might have tired them out a bit. Then they went back for ping-pong, pizza and (the next morning) pancakes. They claim they got 4-6 hours of sleep and probably an equal number of hours of video games. The good news from our point of view, is that we got almost 8 hours of sleep ourselves -- more than my parents got 36 years ago, I suspect.

Charles' friend Thomas had such a good time that he has asked his parents' if he can do the same next weekend. So Charles gets to do it all over again too -- at someone else's house.

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31 December 2005

Happy Birthday, Christmas, Birthday and New Year's


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The photo above is one of many we've taken over the last 2 weeks. I especially like it because it still seems a marvel to me to see real mistletoe after a lifetime of plastic bunches hung in doorways.

It's that time of year that is so special for us because we have both the boys' birthdays and Christmas within 7 days -- and New Year's hot on the heels of Charles' birthday. I write this an hour before we are set to go out for New Year's Eve celebrations at friends so it marks the end of a celebratory marathon at home. We've had the quietest, stay-at-home Christmas imaginable. Despite being in one of the big party cities of the world, we haven't been out since the 22nd, when we took in the Narnia movie. Alexander will not be with us tonight for the first time, his friends have returned from vacations elsewhere and they are all set to join the throngs at the Eiffel Tower -- to watch the fireworks and enjoy the revelry.

The photos we're sharing start with decorating the tree (a good deal of silliness from the boys), some photos of what the weather was like (including the roses still in bloom), Christmas morning (including stockings in bed), the setting up of the ping-pong table and then Charles' birthday, including his new punching bag (for relieving French pedagogical-induced stress).

On the turning of the year, we wish you all the best.

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27 November 2005

Star Wars & Science



Yes Darth and the gang came to visit. The Museum of Science and Technology here in Paris is hosting an interesting show on Star Wars. All kinds of original props including a Naboo fighter and Anakin's pod racer. We learned a lot about the science of creating Star Wars and a little bit of science about some of the technology depicted (most of it showing how things like light sabers are probably impossible).

There were a few life-size models. Here is Charles with Jango Fett, the bounty hunter on whom all the Imperial clones were based.

26 November 2005

First Snow

This morning we woke late, having stayed up watching DVDs of our favorite TV show, and there was something different about the light outside. It evoked something far away and yet familiar. When we got out of bed to open the curtains, we understood. It was snowing outside, our first real snowfall this year.

Paris is charming in the snow; it even seems oddly fitting, as if it belonged here. Paris should be photographed in black and white, and the snow only makes me feel that more so.

The Parisians, however, are anything but fit for it. The traffic crawls through the streets and the pedestrians huddle under umbrellas looking vaguely anxious. One man announced to me, after he’d surveyed admiringly the fine snowman (bonhomme de neige) Charles and I had made. that “snow was fine in the mountains, but in Paris it is a disaster.”

Of course, he is right, they are not equipped for it, like we Canadians. Charles was out-fitted in MEC snow pants and ski jacket so he could slide through the snow, always ending in a happy heap. Snow seems to give us permission to fall on the ground, to give in to gravity’s pull and simply flop. This is a pleasure that holds no allure for me until there is at least a foot or more to cushion my middle-aged joints, but at any depth you must have right clothing. The Parisians do not.

I also had my fleece-lined gloves on, perfect for fashioning snowy missiles to launch at Charles or throw to the dog to catch – with my best toque keeping my ears warm. The dog, as always, was ready for anything. We walked to the park, made our bonhomme and threw many snowballs. Max rolled and pranced about. He has always liked snow. All in all, the three of us gave winter a hearty Canadian welcome.

For all of us, the first snow is a celebration, especially so this year because it reminds us of home, which some of us are missing. By March and April, it loses its charm and I haven’t forgotten the frozen crud the snowplow barfs up across your driveway, blocking your exit or entrance after you’ve already cleared the way to the street.

But for now it is welcome, whether at home or here in Paris. It brightens things up during this dark period of the year. And at least pre-Christmas, it gets one in the mood for holidays and fun. Unfortunately, Paris doesn’t want it and so it never stays, usually melting away the same day or the next. Sometimes I think this is maybe for the best. No shoveling required, and if you really want to ski in it, there are always the Alps. But today, I’m hoping it stays around and Charles is even dreaming of a white Christmas.

01 November 2005

Roman Vacation

In front of the Coliseum
We are just back from Rome and enjoying that feeling of being home after too many days of restaurant food and suitcases. I have two days off before I have to go back and face the email, so I have grabbed the opportunity and am dealing with a gigabyte worth of photos -- which I'm looking forward to sharing with you because Italy was so beautiful!

We started and finished in Rome and spent four days there in total. For those of you who've been to Rome, we stayed right downtown near the Presidential Palace, up on the hill above the main tourist spots. The weather was gorgeous for the whole time, blue skies (through the smog) and 24 degrees in the middle of the day. T-shirt weather but never too hot.

Rome seemed to have more tourists than Paris. There were so many English that it was quite dis-orienting at times. The Italians must feel like they are over-run. English tourists aside, the Italians are still running the country and are calling the shots on the roads. Which is to say, chaos seems to reign wherever you go. I have never seen anything like the driving in downtown Sorrento. Rome was a piece of cake in comparison. If Canadian driving is a game of yards, Paris and Rome a game of feet, Sorrento is a game of inches. I still don't know how we got through it with our paint intact. Scooter madness.

I can't wax eloquent on the food. We were a family of four on a tight budget so we settled for what we could get and ate a fair bit of pasta. Pretty standard fare and no surprises really, except the Gelato, which was always heaven. The first night we met Virginia and Rogerro, who made the trip down from Milan to see us, and we had a memorable meal in the Jewish ghetto. Fried artichokes. Crunchy, sometimes a bit hard to swallow, but leaving that hint of flavour that lingers long after the meal is ended.

Here are our photo sets by day. Cat's photos are identified with a (CVR) in the title.

Ponte SistoRome (Day 1)We started with a visit to the Vatican, where we discovered that 5 new saints were being recognised. Catharine and Alexander did some further exploring of the Campadoglio, the Trevi Fountain and assorted sites.
View of Rome from PalatineAncient Rome (Day 2)The Coliseum was our starting point, then we explored the Forum and the Palantine. We finished the day with a visit to the Pantheon and a nearby church where St. Catherine now lies.
Saint Peter's Vatican Museum (Day 3)We returned to the Vatican, this time to see the many treasures in its museum and, of course, to marvel at St. Peter's.
Pompeii - Nero's Arch Pompeii (Day 5)We travelled down to Sorrento on our fourth day and on day 5 we visited Pompeii. What a massive site. Like everyone says, it was too much to do in one day, but we took in as much as we could.
Amalfi Hillside Drive to Amalfi (Day 6)Catharine and I left the boys by the pool to go explore the beautiful villages of Positano and Amalfi. What a beautiful coast. Of course, meeting tour buses coming round the side of a mountain elevates one's appreciation of everything, including life itself.

16 October 2005

Photos From the Cottage


It's taken awhile to get around to the photos we took this summer. We are off to Rome next week for the kids' school break and I know I'm going to take another wack of them, so I figured I'd better get these up soon. There are some beautiful scenes captured here, great people shots, and some that capture a quiet moment -- like the one above of me and Max, taken by Cat. I've mixed together shots from both of us -- hope you enjoy them.

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Lionshead and Caledonia


I am finally posting photos from this summer's travels in Canada. This bunch are from our visits with my Dad and Mimi, both on the Bruce and at their place in Guelph where we had some great visits and conversation, as usual. Notice there are no children! This was when they were at camp and Cat and I were footloose and enjoying some adult time.
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21 September 2005

A Walk Through the Tuileries


Sunday last was a special day in many countries in Europe, including France. "La Journee de la patrimoine" is a kind of heritage day, when they open up many public buildings for viewing by the public. Some of the ones offered this year: a tapestry weaving company in operation since the 14th century, the dining cars of the Orient Express, Radio France (for the first time and very popular), and of course the prize of all prizes, Jacque Chirac's digs, the Elysee Palace.

So, being nothing if not ambitious, we headed for Chirac's place. It's like touring the White House, not 24 Sussex Drive. We arrived a tad late at 11:45. The line-up was already of unimaginable length and not moving. It snaked all the way out onto the Place de la Concorde. A women at work claims she waited 6 hours. Needless to say, we didn't bother.

So what to do on a beautiful autumnal day, cool, crisp and sunny? Alexander decided that moules et frites was the only way to salvage the situation. So off we set across the Place de la Concorde, through the Jardins des Tuileries (old tile works), over the Seine and down onto Boulevard Saint Germain where I knew there was a Leons of Brussels -- a chain restaurant specializing in mussels, Belgian beer and Belgian waffles. Sure beats McDo's as chain restaurants go.

Here are some photos I took along the way. Just to share a pleasant meander with you all. Cat took a few at the end (you can tell because for once I'm in one).

26 August 2005

Homeopathy and Double Blind Tests

The Globe and Mail reports that homeopathic remedies are shown by double blind tests to be no more effective than placebos.

I have watched my wife go through 6 years of training in homeopathy and now 4 years of practice. I was very sceptical in the beginning, but am not now. Some of the most convincing successes I have witnessed were when our children were pre-verbal, which would suggest that their improvement could not have been by placebo effect.

My observation as an informed outsider, strongly supports some of the comments in your article. Whereas for normal doctors, treatments are designed to work across masses of patients (bacterial infections need antibiotics, depressed people need anti-depressants, rhematics need anti-inflammatories, etc.), homeopathic symptom pictures are highly individualistic. There are literally thousands of possible remedies that might be indicated.

I have given long thought to how one could run a double blind test that would be valid, but I cannot see that it is possible. Double blind tests are of course critical to so much of what is good about modern scientific practices. As stated by the philosopher of science, Karl Popper, a claim that is not in principle falsifiable is not scientific. By this measure homeopathy is not science.

Should we throw it out then? From my observations, albeit not scientific, that would be a mistake. But that is not going to convince many. So let me at least raise a question in the minds of the scientific community.

The immune response is actually part of a highly complex ecosystem that is, in turn, a sub-system of the larger biosphere. As the recent War of the Worlds movie illustrated, we humans have evolved an immune system that is in a highly complex relationship with our environment.

Modern chaos theory and complexity theory have woken us to the fact that there are only a narrow range of empirical phenomena that can be explained scientifically -- that is according to the rules set down by Popper. There are a very large number of practical problems, from how long it will take concrete to set, to whether a tornado will touch down in Elora or Milton, to use a recent example, that are beyond scientific provability, or falsifiability.

This is unfortunately most evident in the area of the biosphere where debates rage over almost every theory, from global warming, to the theory of evolution itself -- neither of which are capable of meeting Popper's criteria (as he himself pointed out in relation to Darwin's theory). This is because the sheer complexity of the variables involved in the actual processes cannot be experimentally reproduced and subject to the principle of falsifiability. We could only do a double blind test of the theory of global warming, if we had thousands of world's identical to our own where we could test whether the increase and decrease of carbon dioxide actually affected global mean temperatures.

Nonetheless, practitioners of meteorological forecasting, for instance, do not throw up their arms in defeat and give up. Everyone in south-western Ontario was warned of tornado danger the day Elora was hit, for instance. Years of observation of trends told them there was danger. The general principles are understood, even if the precise causes and conditions are not capable of being isolated to the point that they could have restricted their warnings to the people who actually were affected.

I would suggest these observations pertain to medecine as well. Modern medicine has been fantastically successful at using science, including double blind testing, to deal with some aspects of our immune system. But like the biosphere, there are many aspects of the immune system whose complexity evades their efforts. Many illnesses are at best managed, but the true causes are unknown, cancer and arthritis being two of the most well-known. The complexity of the immune system in general and of individual's systems, in particular, make it as difficult to diagnose the scientifically precise causes as it is to predict where tornadoes will touch down (and what to do to prevent them).

Every doctor, normal or homeopathic, knows the truth of this. The longer they practise medicine, the more history they have with an individual patient, the more times they wrestle with certain conditions the better they get at managing illness. But it is not a precise science, double blind tests aside. It is an art, just as meteorology is an art.

The methods used to manage complex systems like the immune system are sometimes scientifically based, sometimes not. Sometimes conditions are sufficiently repeatable to allow for double blind testing, sometimes they are too individualistic and random to be repeatable in this way. Every doctor has his tricks that he has learned from experience, but were never taught in medical school. Much of normal effective medicine would never pass the test of falsifiability or double blind trials.

Homeopathy has been practised for over 150 years. In many countries outside of North America it is considered completely normal. I live in France, for instance, where it is considered just another specialty of a normal medical degree. In other words, doctors find it useful in treating patients. Patients are helped by it. But it is not a precise science and diagnosis and treatment are an art. Homeopaths get better the longer they practice. Their intuitions and insights become more finely honed.

Within science itself, the debates around chaos theory and complexity have shown us the limits of what we can expect to deal with scientifically. Let us not be to swift to then use the filter of "science" to rule out the practices of meteorologists, environmentalists, or doctors, of whatever stripe. If we are to throw out homeopathy on these narrow grounds, then we should also ignore the issue of global warming and give in to President Bush's suggestion that Intelligent Design should be taught alongside Darwin's theory of evolution.

17 July 2005

Bastille Day at Le Fief



With Catharine and the boys in Canada, I took the opportunity of a four-day weekend to spend some time at Le Fief. Deep in the countryside of the Limousin, Le Fief is a lovely old house, owned by my Uncle Michael and Aunt Irena. They kindly have made an open invitation for us to use it when they are absent, which is more often then they'd wish. We have come to love our time there, and this weekend was no exception for me.

The countryside is quite rough compared to the manicured plains that surround Paris. The Limousin is the poorest and northernmost of the rich Langedoc country that extends from the Loire to the Pyrenees. It is the beginning of the geographical feature known as the Massif Centrale. The land is used mostly for livestock, principally sheep, and there are many hills, woods and streams. It is the sort of country where one could almost expect to find hobbits living in sandy banks. Small lizards, a muskrat and large moles called taupes are the principal creatures one encounters, aside from sheep, cows, horses and mules.

The weather was uniformally hot and sunny and I spent most of my days in the shade by the pond reading. I finished a collection of short stories by Edith Templeton which were remarkable. I then set about on a biography of Eleanor of Acquitaine, once Queen of France, and later, when she married Henry II, the Queen of England. Le Fief is some 80 km south of Poitiers, her favourite residence. She ruled all of the Langedoc, including the Limousin.

I waited for the golden light of evening to set out with my camera and lenses to capture the shady nooks and hollows, streams and fields of the area. Click here to see a slideshow or here to see the photos individually.

09 July 2005

In the Jardin d"Acclimatation


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While my brother David and his family were visiting us last week, Catharine took the three youngest cousins to a small amusement park situated on the west side of the Bois de Bologne. I love this photo. Their faces say it all. Catharine phoned me on her mobile while they were all whirling about on some ride. She just wanted to share the joy.


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