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We've had a lovely time in London, filled with new family & friends, football, food and fun - we even had a Dexter cameo. We've now made our way over to Paris on something called the Eurostar, which Dad tells me they reserve for European Pop Singers.
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As soon as we got off the train, I could feel the culture and fashion, and felt I had to add a little attitude and style to my already overwhelmingly impressive self. So I got myself a backpack, some new trousers (complete with suspenders or 'braces'), learned a few new French words and accepted compliments from strangers.
I think the next time I cross the channel, I may just come on my own.