Week 1: We took a deep breath of relief and lay down exhausted on the full-size bed. Out our sixth story open bedroom window, we saw the sun shining on the top of the Sweet Gum tree with its lime leaves dancing and its liquid amber globes bobbing in the breeze. It had been a long wait to get there after three years of a pandemic, a cancelled flight due to another air-traffic controller’s strike, a dodging traffic-tango in a taxi from the airport, and an elevator that could barely squeeze in one person and a suitcase at a time. But we had finally reached our destination, at last arriving at our Airbnb in the 12th arrondissement in Paris. It was our ninth trip to Paris and we were glad to be back.
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