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I was 15. Summer’64. Paris was being washed after decades of coal fires. It still smelled like my grandparent’s village in Pennsylvania. I was wandering alone around France in conjunction with the F1 race in Rouen. At that age a cola on the Eiffel Tower sounded “cool”. I ascended to the restaurant level and was seated by a grumpy waiter. Watching me sit I noticed a young lady dining with two older gentleman staring at me, staring at her. I fell in love with her and Paris instantly. I’ve never gone more than a few years without visiting since that day.

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Super cool memories, Jeff. It is a city of love as well as light.

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Pondering words… I’ll get back to you !

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