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the crunch of a light dusting of snow under my feet as i climb the steps to sacre coeur in montmatre, croissant in hand. a man playing the harp as i take in the view of what must be the most beautiful city in the world.
arriving in paris, i had the distinct feeling that i was coming home. i am at home. i love it here.
i haven't spoken english at all.
it's 5 degrees today.
i locked myself out of my room at 4am last night wearing only my socks and nothing else. it was like an episode of fawlty towers.
see you in beijing :)
4 comments:
Clearly you read my email. I like the "some of you" - it matches my occasional lapse into the royal "we".
yours was not the only comment your highness, though it was more to the point which i was grateful for :)
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well i've moved away from that sort of photography now mum, but i thought it might be ok to have just one more... ;)
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I much prefer the long Ondrej. Short Ondrej blog just isn't the same... :-)
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