The Eiffel Fracture . . .

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Life continues to race along. I'm off today to London for a couple of days, a trip which once involved six or seven hours on a bus, as I couldn't afford airfare back then, now takes under two hours on the train. Will be back on Friday, but may not have much connectivity between now and then...
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Yesterday, was in Paris on what felt like the first day of Spring, to have lunch with Peter, of Peter's Paris, and Adam, of Invisible Paris, and then an afternoon of walking, exploring, discovering some of the infinity of nooks and crannies that Paris has to offer. Peter is a most excellent companion and guide for such outings, for he has a wealth of knowledge up his sleeve about all sorts of off-the-beaten-track places around the City of Light. Adam would also be, no doubt, but he had to get back to work after lunch.
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One must always be alert for unexpected treasures. At one point I stepped quickly up a side street while Peter took a phone call, and found myself face to face with a broken window in a restaurant that was being renovated. In Paris, even when something simple happens such as a pane of glass getting shattered by some accident of fate, there can be magic about it. For it is evident that this windowpane, which had lived its life as a transparent part of a window in a Paris restaurant, harbored aspirations in the depths of its windowed soul to be something greater, to one day emulate that most Parisian of Paris icons, the Eiffel Tower. It seems to me it succeeded. What do you think ?
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Yes, there is magic in the streets of Paris, if one is willing to go look for it.
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There are also many good things to eat in Paris, as multitudes of streetside menus will attest. Frog's legs, anyone ? Snails ?
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