Names after French cities =)?
In my book, one of my characters (not the main) is named for a french city her mother came from. (she is first generation American on her mothers side)
So zilch like Paris or anything. A lesser known city I don`t know.
THANKS!
Answers:
Lyon is a nice city. Well certain but still nice.
Marseille
N^imes
Lille
I don't know what you have in mind, but here's a website with a bunch of cities ~
http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zo…
Avignon
Camembert
Cannes
Chartres
Clichy
Colmar
Cognac
Grenoble
Lille
Limoges
Lourdes
Lyon
Marsielle
Montpelliar
Nice
Nimes
Orleans
Rennes
Toulouse
Versaills Source(s): internet
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So zilch like Paris or anything. A lesser known city I don`t know.
THANKS!
Answers:
Lyon is a nice city. Well certain but still nice.
Marseille
N^imes
Lille
I don't know what you have in mind, but here's a website with a bunch of cities ~
http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zo…
Avignon
Camembert
Cannes
Chartres
Clichy
Colmar
Cognac
Grenoble
Lille
Limoges
Lourdes
Lyon
Marsielle
Montpelliar
Nice
Nimes
Orleans
Rennes
Toulouse
Versaills Source(s): internet
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A well-mannered finishing identify for a girl name Luna. I be thinking I don`t know shush but I'm unsure?
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