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Jouant au “cache-cache” avec le temps

Like New York, Paris is a solipsism — totally self-involved, self-referential — a hyperactive collective act of navel gazing. In people's minds, nothing exists beyond its glorious borders. Yesterday was our last day, for this trip, in the capital. We … Continue reading

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