My head is still filled with the sights and sounds and delicious smells of Paris. Looking up at night to see the Eiffel Tower twinkling with lights, stumbling onto a street market with fresh produce, a zillion types of cheeses and pastries galore. The delicate scent of wisteria, the aroma of a strong cup of coffee. A paper doll taped to the glass of a shuttered store...
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