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Having lived in Paris for ten years, it’s always a thrill to retrace my steps. Walking was pretty much my day job at the time, since I can only write in the streets. The streets of Paris are ideal for writing, the city is just big enough to get pleasantly lost in, but not too big so you can always find your way home. Before too long I noticed that, like the animals of the Savanna, I made my own pathways through the maze of the city. Rue Richelieu proved a favorite, it has just the right amount of light and air, sports the amazing Archives, a lovely park with spectacular fin de siècle cast iron fountain and leads straight into the historic heart of the city, like an artery of light.
The fact that at the end there are some lovely boutiques and the amazing Kunitoraya udon noodles, a stone’s throw away from little Todyo AKA Rue Ste Anne also helps.