Paris, France. It was the last international trip I made before coming home - December I stayed in the UK itself. Just as well, because Paris didn't end on such a good note I was more than glad to stay put in a country where English was the first language and everything was relatively safe. So, what to say about Paris? Having been there just two months earlier with the family, all my earlier pre-conceived notions about it being the most romantic city in the world had been sufficiently demolished. I don't know why, but Paris freaked me out like crazy. The people seemed crazy, free-spirited, perhaps too much, and the filth of the metro stations was mind-boggling. There were homeless people everywhere, dirt and graffiti all over, and an unsettling sense of being eyed for
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