“For me, Paris is not a place, it is people, and food. Tonight, I will be having an Auvergnat dinner with my step-brother.”
Fell asleep in the funky lobby of hotel Banke, probably shouldn't have had all that wine at lunch!
Calm Sunday morning. The wind sighs as it passes through the Acacia leaves.
Well, there goes the nice weather — welcome back grey Parisian sky.
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