French Romantic Fantasy
June 6th 2007 I have always harboured a secret, preposterously childish, romantic fantasy. In fact, the kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower has long held more allure for me than any ribbon bound box of roses, giant fluffy bear or even white wedding extravaganza. Loathe to admit it to even my closest friends and family, I have kept a silent romantic vigil that burned fiercer and fiercer, the closer we came to Fr
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