In the red doorway and upstairs lies an AirBnB, which was our home in Paris. It was on the perfect corner, the perfect street, on the Left Bank. I would stay there again. Out on the street in the morning, get a croissant and cafe au lait, just as I did as a student so many years ago. There is no city like it anywhere on earth. Yes, Ernest. A moveable feast.

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