Paris; autumn's 'moveable feast'

“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.” Ernest Hemingway.

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Two days in Paris; Racing through Paris on my way back to Australia was spent running from pillar to post, cramming lunches, dinners, coffees, museum visits and photos into what seemed like a whole 2 minutes.

Stepping off the train the autumn chill hit me like ice after life in the sunny south of the country, and the noise and stimulation of this hyper active city felt strange and new to me after the serenity of Beaulieu sur Mer.

It wasn't that long ago that I was living in Paris, and when I was I couldn't imagine wanting to live anywhere else in the world, it felt like the center of the universe. However right now I adore that I am only a visitor, that I can run the streets like a local without actually being one! That I can have all the pleasure of Paris without any of the daily grind!

As anyone who loves this city knows, it doesn't matter how long you get to spend in it as a visitor it simply is never long enough!

Millie xx

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