We spent a night in Paris recently, a stop off on our way home from Corsica. Paris is a familiar place to me: my sister has lived there for 35 years, and has become Frencher than the French, so forgive me if I sound a little proprietary. This is both the charm and the problem with Paris. Everyone feels that the city belongs to them, which understandably…
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