• The Seine under mist, Notre-Dame behind it. November’s beauty is quiet, almost private. Madeleine...
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    The Seine under mist, Notre-Dame behind it. November’s beauty is quiet, almost private. Madeleine...
  • At sunset, Paris turns amber. At the Madeleine, we turn the lamps low. Madeleine de Senlis, hotel...
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    At sunset, Paris turns amber. At the Madeleine, we turn the lamps low. Madeleine de Senlis, hotel...
  • A cup of tea, a madeleine, a page half-read. Autumn asks for nothing more. Madeleine de Senlis,...
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    A cup of tea, a madeleine, a page half-read. Autumn asks for nothing more. Madeleine de Senlis,...
  • Save this if you dream of an authentic Paris. Left Bank mornings, a quiet courtyard, the soft...
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    Save this if you dream of an authentic Paris. Left Bank mornings, a quiet courtyard, the soft sound...
  • Paris in October feels like a novel. Leaves whisper along the Seine, and the city turns the page...
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    Paris in October feels like a novel. Leaves whisper along the Seine, and the city turns the page...