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I never really took to Paris, don't know
why. Forty years elapsed between my
first visit, coming by train from Prague
where we'd had to leave my broken-down
BSA (the AA later repatriated it under
their 5-star European Travel insurance),
and my second, a few days with friends
for no particular reason other than the
fact that we hadn't been there. This
picture of the Parc Duchamp du Mars in
Autumn was from that first trip, after a memorable 23-hour part-steam, part diesel
rail journey from Prague. I'd very nearly missed it, too, having left the train at the
last minute to find something in English to read. It was moving when I leapt back on,
without any reading matter. Thankfully Al was still on it, with the passports etc. Got
to Paris; swift shlep up the Eiffel Tower, even swifter butcher's at Notre Dame and a
few cheap cafes (we were still students, after all), then home to the welcoming white
cliffs of Dover from the ferry. I don't know how we'd ended up in this Paris parc, but
it's the only picture from that trip that I've chosen to keep.
I never really took to Paris, don't know why. Forty years elapsed between my first visit,
coming by train from Prague where we'd had to leave my broken-down BSA (the AA later
repatriated it under their 5-star European Travel insurance), and my second, a few days
with friends for no particular reason other than the fact that we hadn't been there. This
picture of the Parc Duchamp du Mars in Autumn was from that first trip, after a
memorable 23-hour part-steam, part diesel rail journey from Prague. I'd very nearly
missed it, too, having left the train at the last minute to find something in English to read.
It was moving when I leapt back on, without any reading matter. Thankfully Al was still
on it, with the passports etc. Got to Paris; swift shlep up the Eiffel Tower, even swifter
butcher's at Notre Dame and a few cheap cafes (we were still students, after all), then
home to the welcoming white cliffs of Dover from the ferry. I don't know how we'd ended
up in this Paris parc, but it's the only picture from that trip that I've chosen to keep.
I never really took to Paris, don't know
why. Forty years elapsed between my first
visit, coming by train from Prague where
we'd had to leave my broken-down BSA
(the AA later repatriated it under their
5-star European Travel insurance), and
my second, a few days with friends for no
particular reason other than the fact that
we hadn't been there. This picture of the
Parc Duchamp du Mars in Autumn was
from that first trip, after a memorable 23-hour part-steam, part diesel rail journey
from Prague. I'd very nearly missed it, too, having left the train at the last minute to
find something in English to read. It was moving when I leapt back on, without any
reading matter. Thankfully Al was still on it, with the passports etc. Got to Paris; swift
shlep up the Eiffel Tower, even swifter butcher's at Notre Dame and a few cheap cafes
(we were still students, after all), then home to the welcoming white cliffs of Dover
from the ferry. I don't know how we'd ended up in this Paris parc, but it's the only
picture from that trip that I've chosen to keep.

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I never really took to Paris, don't know why. Forty years elapsed between my first visit, coming by train from Prague where we'd had to leave my broken-down BSA (the AA later repatriated it under their 5-star European Travel insurance), and my second, a few days with friends for no particular reason other than the fact that we hadn't been there.  This picture of the Parc Duchamp du Mars in Autumn was from that first trip, after a memorable 23-hour part-steam, part diesel rail journey from Prague. I'd very nearly missed it, too, having left the train at the last minute to find something in English to read. It was moving when I leapt back on, without any reading matter. Thankfully Al was still on it, with the passports etc. Got to Paris; swift look at the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame and a few cheap cafes (we were still students, after all), then home to the welcoming white cliffs of Dover from the ferry. I don't know how we'd ended up in this Paris parc, but it's the only picture from that trip that I've chosen to keep.   
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