DTR flick book

PARIS
Paris is a town to the north east of Dallas.
It’s claim to fame is having the tallest Eiffel
Tower outside of France, and to be different
they’ve topped it off with a red cowboy hat;
giving it a very Texan Twist.
The town itself is very pretty. It is formed
around a central square, made up of beautiful
old buildings, many of them now stood empty,
the others turned into antique stores, but
which should just read old furniture. Black
men wander the street and say hello. It’s the
first time we notice a difference in the racial
mix. There is some poverty here. The houses
near the centre were rotting, families sat on
the balconies, watching their buildings rot.
I think as a European we notice it more,
because the towns here empty outwards, the
poverty converging on the centre, the wealth
and economy fanning outwards, as opposed
to back home where it seems the opposite way
around. It means that a quarter of a mile out
you’ve got all the chain stores - the Walmarts,
the Mcdonald’s. It’s a shame such shops
couldn’t make better use of the buildings in the
centre, rather than pre-fabricating their own.
We stopped at a local bakery for cake. We
chatted with an old man who used to run a
music store in town. Then we moved on, to the
next one.
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