We pack and board via an hour long queue through which the rich and powerful ease like the minnows of the lido. blending perfectly and uncatchable.
we fly by night and
I see Tours and the Loire valley hill top chateaux orange lit and beclouded.
Paris greets us with snowy blasts and masquara wielding workers, warm motherly petit dejeuner at the absolut and early morning harry potter and we are once again snoring at the wonderful hotel du parc. Soutine is more visible now that the leaves have flown south.
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