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I thought I'd write about my days in Paris in the last entry. As I didn't, I felt the need to write two entries. The rest of the time there just didn't fit with the experience I've had alongside my grand-mother.

Yet as I don't feel like going on and on, there's one thing that I wanted to say that continues to amaze me, please me, make me feel guilty... As I came off the Eurostar and shortly after that walked on the platform of the northern line to go to work, I felt home... So much more than in Paris (where I've never lived by the way). My heart filled with Love and excitment for just being there.

I have really found my heart in London. The hard work and the patience is also to not leave it behind when I go to France...