The first night Clara and I arrived in Paris, to see Paris and to see Ben, who was studying there, we walked from our hotel to Ile St Louis and had coffee at a cafe, listened to the street musicians play jazz and dixie-land-band. It was too early for dinner, so we walked around the island and had coffee again. Then we had dinner and walked back to the hotel through La Marais, near where Emma stayed when she went to study there. And I wish I were there, in Paris. Often.
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