Contributor: Sean Crose
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Five minutes after we got off the boat we were back on the bus heading towards the hotel. Our last night in Paris, the city of light.
“Beautiful,” she said.
I nodded.
“It really is impressive.”
“I've never seen anything like it.”
“Washington D.C. is similar.”
“Is it?”
“Sort of,” I shrugged. “Each town has its own distinct personality, though.”
We had been on tour together the whole week. I was in my twenties at the time, she her fifties. She had a husband back home in New Zealand.
“I'll miss France,” she said.
“I'm going to miss it, too. Still, it will be good to see my family.”
“I've been missing my husband and dogs,” she smiled.
“You won't be missing them much longer.”
We drove under the Arc de Triomphe and progressed through the Champs-Élysées. People on the tour bus were snapping pictures, soaking in...
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