A Flytographer & his Mum in Paris
“Here’s a funny story: we rented a lovely flat in the centre of Paris, on the 6th floor. Of course it had no lift! Every morning I got breakfast for us, buying things at the local boulangerie. And almost every morning, although I was coming back with buttery croissants and other yummy things, my mum was always telling me I missed something, like the orange juice! So, once again, I would take the stairs six floors down and then back up to get what she wanted.” – Emiliano
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