Twas the day after Christmas And all through the flat Not a creature was stirring Except me, how weird is that? Bonjour from Paris, mes amis! It’s about 8:40am local time, and I’ve been awake since about 8, pondering why, after spending yesterday day kicking some pretty serious jet lag’s butt, I’m not still sleeping. ContinueContinue reading “Day 1 in Paris”
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