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One Day in Paris

Two consecutive overnight flights do not make for an ideal day in Paris.

With only about three hours of plane sleep over 48 some-odd hours, the missus and I were pretty pissy in the City of Lights.

Especially since we couldn’t check into our hotel until 2:00 p.m., a solid seven hours after arriving.

Plus, it was, like, too warm for a jacket but too cold to be without.

And everything in Paris is closed on a Sunday.

Not to mention that the mosquitoes there are some sort of crazed syphilitic monstrosity that leaves welts the size of a golf ball.

Still, it’s Paris and pretty fucking outstanding.

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