For a minute there, I thought Paris was lost in a dream. Finding traces of France within Paname passed way too fast, like shooting stars, and I’d been traveling so many days I wasn’t sure exactly where I’d landed. But during the past couple of days, I rediscovered my first love. Most of it has to do with the Eiffel Tower, it seems.
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