Paris.

A very long way we have traveled, the youngest daughter and me, stocking up on new sights of very old places, and now headed to dear friends.

In this enchanting, beautiful city, we drink coffee and walk until our heels are bloodied. This enormous world. On a rooftop garden, we discover a snail in a rainbow of blossoms, watch a wedding.

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