The thunder abated and the rains stopped. All that was left from the storm were the glassy Parisian streets. After the deserts of New Mexico I was looking forward to a walk in the wet but it was dry by the time I’d finished breakfast.
I’m in Paris. Again. Twice in the same year. Yes I feel lucky.
There is something about this city I can’t quite put my fi…
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