The other end of the street ten or so minutes later.
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It's such a cute quirky area. And I love all the stalls that are there on weekends. I wander down to the baguette shop there on Sundays if the weather is nice. It's run by some French expats who have a wonderfully indifferent approach to customer service. The line (and there is
always a line) crawls along but their sandwiches are totally worth the wait.
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The only thing I am having trouble adjusting to is the weather. I know, I know. It's so quintessentially English to complain about the weather. But there's a reason for complaint. The rain in London is different to the rain in Australia or the United States.
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Here the rain lies in wait. The sky can be that pretty pale blue filled with light fluffy clouds and then thirty seconds later, BAM, it's raining again. Seriously the weather here changes like a pregnant woman's mood. And I've been ambushed by it several
times.
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