I had read this blog on the train and did everything I could not to weep:
Paris: A Dream Come True
I remember towards to end of my great grandmother's life, we had to push her around in a wheelchair. She absolutely hated it. She kept saying it was such heavy labor for my madre and I. I kept insisting that I'd push her in her wheelchair around the world if she wanted. Then she asked, "Even, in Paris?" "Yes, even in Paris! I'd take you to any patisserie you want!"
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