Paris, two years on

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

E. Hemingway


View from Sacre Coeur

Atop Sacré Coeur

My first weeks in Paris were pretty miserable. After post-graduation bliss in Durham and a sun-drenched London summer, Paris was a disappointment.

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