The purple motorcycle inside
It’s 1965. You have a job and earn your own money. You pay your own bills. It’s springtime and you’re dreaming of a Paris vacation. Maybe just a week. But wouldn’t it be lovely? The Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Élysées, croissants, the Seine and les bateaux-mouches. Heavenly.
Then the practical part of your brain kicks in… Read More

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