Sundays are lazy days in France and even in a major city like Paris this doesn't seem to change. Yes, the streets were far busier today than in Nantes, but there are also more people living here than there. I am told that life goes on as normal on Sundays in the more tourist-heavy districts, but I couldn't even bring myself to travel up to them today for fear it would shatter the idealistic image I have of France even after all this time.
So this morning when the light streamed through the slatted shutters, I pulled my comforter over my head and prayed for more sleep.
So this morning when the light streamed through the slatted shutters, I pulled my comforter over my head and prayed for more sleep.
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