Paris in a nutshell

Wow what an exciting experience full of a whole different language and mannerisms.

Along the way I created some amazing memories and learnt how to be wonderlust with no idea what way was which.

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The streets were so busy and everyone seemed to live by their own set of rules.

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At the top of the hill was my favorite place to wander, the streets wrote their own stories with history around every corner.

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The sacre couer was a dream, right at the top of paris over looking every hidden street and sidewalk.
The sacre couer seemed to hold wvery secret known to Paris.

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In every street there is locals making a extra euro where they can.
This talented man creates children train names.

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Here I had my sons name made.
Costing 1 euro per piece.

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This beautiful red windmill is the reason for my trip to Paris.

The Moulin Rouge

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Lying on almost every corner is a busker and homeless begger.
Most are trained to beg and with skillful tactics they plea and succeed to do some every day and night.
This man sitting here is so well known that he is famous.
These two dogs trained to look sad and tired are infact very well and loved. When he clicks his fingers they jump up and play as healthy little dogs.

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Whilst some people generally cannot afford to live and breath the Paris air and spend most their nights on the streets.

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This is myself and my son Hunter.
He is very well trained in the art of what I like to call cafe. Ha!

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