Parc Jean-Moulin

After hiking up what felt like miles of stairs, we bent over, hands on our knees, and struggled to catch our breath. We had decided to check out the neighborhood park, and I was now hoping it was worth the climb. (Living off of wine and cheese doesn’t do much for endurance.) After watching a few runners whiz by us, we pulled ourselves together and began to make our way through the park.

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