Paris is never easy for me. A stolen wallet, a falling out, a change of heart. Something always happens, goes a little awry, makes life difficult. Maybe that’s why I keep going back.
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Eating, drinking, and writing in Paris
October 3rd, 2008 § 3
Paris is never easy for me. A stolen wallet, a falling out, a change of heart. Something always happens, goes a little awry, makes life difficult. Maybe that’s why I keep going back.
Read More