On average I walk around six kilometres a day in Paris, which is easy in a city as flat as a pancake and helps to balance out my pastry intake. As I traipsed around this week I was showered in cherry blossom petals, which tumbled at the merest hint of a breeze and floated down to carpet the pavement. Less sympa was the birch tree pollen that slowly waft…
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