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Published: November 6th 2011
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Was I to find the archetypal Paris? The city of romance, with elegant bistros with waiters in starched white shirts, a place with a glamorous Bohemian underground of artists and socialites drinking red wine out of skulls and reading Sartre? Actually, my Autumnal three day foray in Paris showed a very different side: striking museum workers, beggars, endless queues of tourists, and bridges along th...
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