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  After my long treacherous walk yesterday, I arrived back at my accommodation exhausted with tired feet and muddy boots looking like a hobo. Not quite the look to be staying in such an establishment and especially when I had chosen the completely white room to spend the night in. Michel the manager and his …

    Working, skimping and saving, wishing a whole year away only to arrive in Paris, to leave it a few days later seems like an oxymoron but that is what I have tended to do over the past three years or so. A couple of days spent settling in and then I am off to a …