The say Paris is the city of love.
More like the city of cigarettes, congestion, rude waiters, awesome baked goods, tiny spaces and nicked up cars.
Oh, and lovely wives of nearly twenty years.
And my kid (one of four) who took the shot.
That's love that lasts, love that's useful, love that's real.
My take on Paris.
Boom.
T
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