We did Paris and I was sick. I just about made it from a day in bed to the bistro next door. I ordered dry fettuccunie and the waiter met me_with a blank face_ She bought fashion magazines but wanted the Louvre - Flicked through TV channels but needed subtitles. And when I was able, we walked by the Seine. Traced it's fruity notes to the distillery. and hung on. to the railings. We walked until the blisters on my feet were coloured like radishes. Gave a begging man, freshly squeezed orange juice and a block of dark chocolate. He.kissed.the.air. We made it to the Eiffel tower but didn't have the money to go up or even to buy one from a suitcase. And so we broke bread on the grass.
That was Paris for us.
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