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Saturday, July 18, 2009
I.L.P.
"Paris. How cliched to be impressed. But I was. It's an unbelievable gift to be able to travel. It just is. How thrilling. How thrilling to be somewhere different - where every sight and smell seems strange and exotic. Paris, where I'd been so many times before, was still a foreign city to me. The cafes, the bread, the cheese, the men with their ruddy faces and gray mustaches - and the smell. It smells old and earthy. European. I love it."
2 comments:
I love this. Paris literally haunts you once you've been. It never lets you go.
As does every place you visit in enchantment.
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