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Finally, reader, I have an update. Remember a couple of weeks ago, I wrote a piece about leaving love letters?
Well, I have news.
The night before I left the UK on my voyage across the continent, I messaged Sylia to tell her that I was passing through Paris again. She didn't reply and, with the madness of Thighs of Steel, I forgot all about it.
Until yesterday, when I got this message, only 11 days late:
Paris! I left you a note!
Missed 11 days after I was in the city. Gutted.
But when I was in Paris, I'd had a feeling. I arrived late at night, around 9pm, and my hostel was a 45 minute walk to Notre Dame. An hour and a half return trip, I was tired, and had an early start.
I had to go there, to see if there was a letter. I had to.
So I walked 45 minutes along the Seine to our letter crossing cache, a crack in the river bank masonry. On the off chance.
What did I find? Police. Police is what I found. There was a concert at Notre Dame and the whole area was closed off.
At the time, I thought it was a shame, but I hadn't heard from Sylia so in a way I was pleased - I would never know how she'd felt on reading my letter. We could leave the love hanging in the light Parisian air.
Until yesterday's message.
At least now I know where I must take my return route. Stay tuned...
Much love,
- dc
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