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	<title>SylvieD &#187; Belleville</title>
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	<description>C'est Moi</description>
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		<title>Back to the roots in Belleville</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 21:38:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I walked down the streets I used to walk everyday to go to school &#8211; Read &#8220;Il faut se mefier des mots&#8221; on the familiar building thinking &#8211; how many times before had I walked by these words and read them out loud in my head as a teenager? They made sense then, they make [...]]]></description>
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<p>I walked down the streets I used to walk everyday to go to school &#8211; Read &#8220;Il faut se mefier des mots&#8221; on the familiar building thinking &#8211; how many times before had I walked by these words and read them out loud in my head as a teenager? They made sense then, they make sense now, nothing has changed.<br />
Stopped for lunch in Lao Siam for  the usual coco rice noodles, boeuf séché and salads&#8230;nothing has changed.</p>
<p>Nothing lasts, there are no certainties, we grow to accept that but it is so refreshing when little details remain unchanged.</p>
<p>This picture below is a view of Belleville in 1740&#8230;Paris looked like a village then and Belleville pure countryside!</p>
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<p>It can be seen in <a href="http://www.paris.fr/portail/Culture/Portal.lut?page_id=6468">Musée Carnavalet.<br />
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		<title>Paris mon amour&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 22:49:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I escaped a few days over the week-end to my home town Paris. I love this city and never spend long enough to my liking. The minute we get off the TGV everything turns into a carefully timed operation: so many places to be so many people to visit! Everything gets squeezed in, the long [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="left">I escaped a few days over the week-end to my home town Paris. I love this city and never spend long enough to my liking. The minute we get off the TGV everything turns into a  carefully timed operation: so many places to be so many people to visit! Everything gets squeezed in, the long awaited noodle dish in my favorite <a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/1992/07/31/food_0.php">Thai in Belleville</a>, aperitifs and cafes  left right and center, shopping, culture (well that did not really happen although there was a dancing show going on at some stage in Le Louvre and I did have the luxury to browse books for nearly 1 hour in Virgin)&#8230;it has to fit all in!!!</p>
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<p align="left">I came back Sunday, exhausted but bathing in a happy glow, my head full of these little glimpses of people I love to be with, tastes I can never forget and thrills that make life so precious.</p>
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