Another oddity to note: In the remaining three hours in Paris (after the ticket business), Daniel managed to eat a incredibly delicious kebab sandwich, and I managed to get horrendously lost. Truly, utterly, screwball lost. As in, I arrived at our Amsterdam train sweaty and out of breath. I had decided to take a simple walk, but damn Paris is so beautiful that I kept being propelled from one pretty thing to the next (be it bellydancing outfits, green sidewalk trees, or bits of, you know, centuries-old architecture lying around the streets). Well, beautiful things and KFC, because I had to
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