Remembering her life and love in Paris from "summary" of Paris: A Love Story by Kati Marton
In the heart of Paris, I found myself surrounded by memories of a life that once was, a love that once bloomed like the vibrant flowers in Jardin des Tuileries. The cobblestone streets whispered tales of our romantic strolls, the cafes echoed with the laughter we shared over glasses of Bordeaux. Every corner I turned, every bridge I crossed, held a piece of our story - a stolen kiss under the Eiffel Tower, a heartfelt confession by the Seine. The city itself became a living, breathing tribute to the love we once knew, the life we once shared. As I wandered through the arrondissements, I couldn't help but feel the presence of him - his to...
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