Two gentlemen of leisure, unencumbered by luggage, stroll across the deck of a Dover bound ferry at Ostende. Bidding farewell to the uncivilized chaos of Continental Europe and looking forward to a welcome return to the country of courtesy, cricket and warm beer. Or perhaps, reluctantly leaving behind the superior food, music and architecture of Continental Europe and anticipating the obnoxious food and foul manners of the arrogant English. These are some of the last days of peace before Europe descends into the barbarism of mechanised warfare. For those with the funds to afford it, there was a freedom to travel the globe with an ease that could never be achieved again.
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