Rue Cler 2001 – from our Window

We awoke from a jet-lag nap to the music of a lone violinist, although we couldn’t see him from our window. The air had a pungent smell. It took a few minutes to identify it as cheese in one of the market stalls. Well that made all the difference. If it wasn’t delicious French cheese it would just be a stinky smell.

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