........Its 8am its a saturday, it's far too early to be at work, it's cold, I'm hungover, its snowing, the coffee wasn't very good in the hotel, I wish I'd brought a warmer jacket, it's my first time in Paris in the winter(If late February is winter)
I've been to Paris loads of times, a few times for holidays, but mostly for meetings, conferences etc. Its always in the summer, and I always like Paris. I love the joie de vivre(I also can't speak a word of French).
Despite the cold, this was a beautiful crisp morning. A little snow flutters around. Not the brown slush collecting at the side of the road that you get in less classy cities, but romantic wistful snow, that makes you want to write poetry.
Maybe my brain has been affected by lack of sleep, too much work, boring meetings, pointless discussions, cold toes, not enough coffee, too much beer....
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