It is 6:55 a.m., we're sitting in the kitchen, having just finished our last Parisian breakfast of salmon on toast, coffee, blood-orange juice and Nutella bread. We're leaving for the airport in 30 minutes...
P and I have this saying, that it's always best to leave wanting more. Leave on a high note, and you'll always have a good feeling about a place. We're sad to go, our month here has been wonderful.
But we know we'll return someday, because we'll always have Paris...
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Uh, there's an awful lot of you two looking adorable on this thing. You didn't have *one* pasty, hungover morning you could have snapped some shots of?
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