Breakfast in the Moulin Rouge

Funnily enough, nether did I, apart from the odd memory, as described. My wife loved it and went back.

I too preferred Rome, but wouldn't want to back there.

Now Vienna ! The only city I have ever been in that I could happily spend the rest of my life in.

I always likened being in Vienna it to standing on a vibrating violin string, full of excitement and potential.
 
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