Paris Sketches

The first time is always the best. Isn’t that so? Like the first time you kiss or taste chocolate or get drunk or ride a motorbike. The first time I went to Paris, I walked until I couldn’t walk anymore, crossing and recrossing, absorbing a little more of the city each time.

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