Paris Fried Chicken

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I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses"


So I thought a technical devil destroyed all the photos I took between London and Paris—all of them except the last one I would have chosen to keep:


However, the missing photos (500 of them) were miraculously uncovered on one of the hostel computers in Paris after I left. It will probably take a month or two for me to unveil them. In the meantime, here are some pictures of Lille in France and of Brussels and Bruges in Belgium.
Location: Paris, France

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