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Paris, Our Last Day.

After a typical French breakfast of croissants (bland, cardboard on steroids with peculiar¬† bits on the side) we all made our way with our luggage to the Gare du Nord station to leave the cases in the left luggage store … Continue reading

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The beautiful City

Some years ago (OK more than I should have let pass) a couple of our group of close friends suggested we visit Paris. Jan, was immediately up for it, but as always, all I could envisage was foreign food and … Continue reading

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