I’m in Paris. Oui, c’est vrai. A few months ago I told my boyfriend that I really wished I could be out of the country during the inauguration, he said he’d been thinking about spending time in France, and here we are. We brought the kid, too.
At the moment, I’m in a train station near our hotel. It was the only place with open places on a Sunday mornin…
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