We jump for our 4th door to Paris. Doors in Paris always seem to have an air of mystery. What history and art, what domestic secrets are enclosed within? I've only known a few Parisian families personally and I always felt privileged to be admitted into their homes.
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I know what you mean. My best experience in Paris was dinner at a friend's house. There was something so voyeuristic about being admitted into one of those old Parisien apartments.
I want to go! Please feel free to send your donations to "The Committee to Send Jud to Europe".
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