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A Baker’s Dozen

If I were a bird, and could peer down upon this city from above, the tiny streets of Saint-Germain-de-pres would look to be an empty maze of tall, old Parisian appartements. But beneath the eaves and behind the time worn doors thrives another world. I walk through the winding streets, each seemingly identical, and yet […]

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Dirty Old Town

It’s only in the past few weeks that I’ve come to understand the magnitude of what I’m doing. I grew up in this sleepy little town by the shore. A small town, where news spreads fast and mum’s wear Lulu lemon to yogalaties, tots in tow. In Devonport you can’t go to the supermarket in […]

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