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Read more: 151. Sending back what the optimist ordered151. Sending back what the optimist ordered
I have been to Fiji eight times. Eight. Not once did it rain more than what we all know as a sun shower. I want that on the record before I tell you what Samoa did to us. This trip was a gift. Literally. Five years ago, the Latino left Argentina, left his family, his job,…
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23. Scene of the crime
Read more: 23. Scene of the crimeSo we found ourselves in yet another Paris bar drinking house red. Unusual I know. And to be honest we thought it was tres ordinaire – until I found myself talking to some locals. La Perle has been a famous fashionista hangout for years – like one hundred years – and is total facehunter territory. Like…
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22. Finally had one of these
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21. Love letter to Hotel du Petit Moulin
Read more: 21. Love letter to Hotel du Petit MoulinI can not tell you how much I love this funny little hotel. Nestled on the corner of Rue de Poutou in the bosom of the Marais district, this 17th century building, the site of an ancient bakery, has been completely renovated. For me. Well perhaps it was renovated for some other people too, but…
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20. I’m sure someone was watching
Read more: 20. I’m sure someone was watchingFelt very secretly royal tonight. We threw ourselves at Paris, as we’re back on the Eurostar to London late tomorrow. We went for a cruise on the Seine (strangely only ten people shared our boat, although the other boats seemed packed), took a spin on a carousel with lots of wooping and giggling (very exclusive,…
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19. Two million people and none of them lost with us
Read more: 19. Two million people and none of them lost with usI like to think it’s a special skill of ours, being able to make finding the toilet in a large public structure such an adventure. We ended up on Level -2, just me and Stu , waiting for the laser beams to set off the alarms and bring on the swat teams. They might have…
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18. Bed for six madame?
Read more: 18. Bed for six madame?So we found ourselves at a hotspot called Derrriere for dinner. It’s fair to say, we were reasonably oblivious that it was a hot spot til well after the event. I think that’s the antenna that secret royalty are born with (sort of like a gaydar but for a different kind of appetite). A quirky…
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