Every year, as the courtyards and walkways of the Louvre and the wooden planks of Le Pont des Arts become eroded and heavy with use, more and more tourists leave Paris with their heads full of romantic memories, but their hearts full of disillusionment.
The place that really stole my heart was rue Mouffetard, in the 5th arrondissement, on which my brother and I strolled with Renée one day, and I remember her telling us about that quaint little street's history, which goes back to Roman times, when Paris was still Lutèce.
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