I first rode in a ski lift on a skiing holiday in Southern France in January 1982.
As we came to the end of the ride up I recognised the scene from a dream I had had a few months earlier.
What was so distinctive was not just the topography of the French houses but also the motion of a ski lift, since I had never been on one before and it is most unlike that of any other mode of transport.
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