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• We lounged for an hour or so, the late afternoon sunshine much warmer than London for some reason, before deciding to go for a stroll, see the wide boulevards and avenues of central Paris and the beautiful people as they strolled, being effortlessly elegant.
• Nia caught more than her fair share of admiring glances; she is a beautiful young woman, and even in this city of beautiful women, she stood out, at least in my eyes she did, and apparently to a lot of the passers-by as well!
• We dined that night at a place called Astor, on rue D'Astorg, also in the 8th Arrondissement, traditional French cuisine, no arty-arty, Nouvelle Cuisine-fusion wannabe nonsense. Nia wanted to talk about the search for her sister, but I made it clear that we were on break from that whole world, and for now, for the next few days, we were just on holiday, in Paris, in the spring. So we talked about university, her new job, mum and dad, our lives together.