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Our hotel room was a sanctuary, flooded in a honey-colored light. We had a tiny iron balcony and from it we could see just the tip of the Eiffel Tower, peeking over at us. In the mornings we heard church bells and the screaming laughter of school children playing in the school yard across the street.
My memories of that time are glowing, luminous, beautiful. I hope we can go back.
February 4 2006, 09:43:06 UTC 6 years ago