Everywhere we went it seemed there were young lovers cooing over each other. It kept reminding me of a very sweet young man who upon hearing I was going to Paris commented, "how romantic!" At the time I was supposed to be alone for most of the trip, but since then my mother surprised me with a visit. It never bothered me that I was in the most romantic city in the world (according to some) with my mother until two gorgeous young lovers would start their vertical wrestling match right beside me. At the line for Versailles we were actually surrounded on all sides by couples trying to "warm up". %#$@& City of Love.
The Last Day
19 years ago
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