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| I arrived in Paris on a beautiful Saturday morning in the 18th arrondissement. |
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| I found my way haphazardly to my girlfriend Julia's flat using broken French and my smile! |
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| I opened the gate to paradise... |
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| and documented myself in the mirror to make sure this was all real. |
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| I rode the metro from Chateau Rouge to Palais Royal to find my Paris daydream. |
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| I found it! |
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| I took my goodies to the Pompidou... |
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| and sat soaking up the sunshine. |
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| I ate the most delicious ham and swiss quiche! |
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| Then devoured it... |
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| I watched the Alexander Calder spinning above me... |
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| and eventually wandered to my single most favorite art piece in Paris. |
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| I strolled to the Tuileries Garden... |
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| and remembered all the things I ever loved about Paris. |
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| I watched the French being French... |
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| and pictured myself riding a golden horse through the streets of Paris. |
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| I found my stride when landing on Rue Saint-Honore... |
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| and saw inspiration in every shop window! |
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| including this one... |
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| I stumbled upon this view... |
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| and finally found the source of my macaron obsession. |
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| Here I saw life through pastel colored glasses. |
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| Tea for one please! |
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| I said goodbye to my friends at Laduree... |
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| and discovered spoons falling from the sky. |
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| I found the missing obelisk from my trip to Luxor, Egypt this past April. |
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| Then stopped for drinks with a real Frenchie at Hotel Costes |
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| The next morning the train awaited but I left my heart in Paris! |