All Good Things...

All good things come to an end the saying goes. It is our last night in Paris and I am busy getting our things together and packing them into our suitcases. All the sightseeing I’ve done is finally telling on me – I am totally exhausted and my feet are swollen from all the hundreds of miles I have walked in the last ten days. And as much as I hate the fact that my holiday has come to an end, I am looking forward to being home again, not living out of a suitcase and sleeping in my own bed.

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