It’s Sunday lunchtime, you’re travelling 8 stops on a semi-crowded metro, en route to introduce more visitors to the charms of the Sacré-Coeur and its tourist-clogged steps. You’re tired, your head is still full of champagne cocktails. You’d rather be in bed, but you’re doing it for the team. After all, it’s not like some nutbag is going to get on the train and perform a loud puppet show in your ear.
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