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|  || Tuesday, January 09, 2007 || Day 125: Chez MoiWell I’m back. It’s been a great 3 weeks. Have visited 3 lovely places, met with some of my favourite boys, many of my favourite girls and eaten a lot of my favourite food. Life is good! Quick contrast of the 3 cities I’ve visited: They’re like 3 different women I think. Each differently dressed, each of different temperament but each nevertheless equally charming. Paris is elegant of course – what else can Paris be? Paris, with her wide streets, refined tastes in food and architecture, is elegant and graceful and carries herself with aplomb. Hers is an old-world beauty; the beauty of tradition, splendour and finery. Venice on her part is no less charming. She is of a less sophisticated charm than Paris, I would like to say, but that describes her badly; the splendour and finery that define Paris are so alien to her being that it seems ridiculous to describe her as not being that. I suppose the best I can do is to say that Venice is a true-and-true Italian beauty. Rustic, dazzling and exotic, with rawness that gives one the feeling that she is not quite of-this-earth. The allure of fire and spirit and colour. London. London is understated, and generally goes about in grey. This colour may or may not suit her, but London has worn this shade for years and as far as I can tell, does not plan to change her wardrobe anytime soon so my opinion does not matter. Of the three, I find London the hardest to read. She is courteous and polite, but keep her distance with you. It’s that thing we read so much about: the English reserve. Alright. Enough prose for the day. Will eventually blog about my trip but it will be a few days before that happens. Contrary to what All My Family (father, mother, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins including) seems to think, I do have to Study. May I add that the appearance I give of Not Studying at all is not true at all. I do study, and very much, thank you. I just don’t blog about it, hence this False Impression. Oh and Lumpy, the dear little elephant, sends his regards: 
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