![]() ![]() It sounds cliché but it wasn’t it was just Paris and it was marvelous. I could smell the boulangeries a woman in a bright orange coat ate a pastry as she walked down the street wicker chairs were lined against the bistros facing onto the roads as if anticipating the great spectacle that would become Paris during the height of the day. ![]() My friends and I exited the Metro early morning in the 10th arrondissement. I’d grown up what felt like a million miles from Europe and had spent weeks of my life dreaming of finally getting there. “During my first year of college, my parents gifted me a round-trip ticket to Paris for spring break (printed from the travel agency and tucked into the inside cover of a Lonely Planet Paris guidebook nonetheless). ![]() Hotel Eden in Rome Niall Clutton/Hotel Eden A flight to Paris
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