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Paris in 48 hours

About a year ago, my travel buddy/boy-person Lee and myself were just landing in Paris. He had the same green hoodie, I had messy bangs and the whole trip would become one of our best-shared memories.

As a child, my father always avoided capital cities: too much traffic, noise and hardly enough space for the 3-berth foldable caravan we always took on holiday. I watched on sadly as we missed every major city in Europe: Rome, Amsterdam, Berlin…and Paris. That last one probably hurt the most.