I've going to Paris quite regularly of late. I first fell in love when my dear old Mum took me out for lunch one day, not realising we'd have to take a plane to get there! Yes, it really was that long ago, before the glorious Eurostar was available. The only time you'll catch me on a plane to Paris now is if I'm going to Orly, want to avoid the busyness of the centre and head straight for Hotel Molitor. But that's a story for another time. My love affair with Paris suffered a bit of a blip when the ex husband declared he wasn't a fan, had already been once and tha[...]
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