Every time I go to Paris I say I'm not going to the Louvre but I always inevitably end up there. Every time I go to the Louvre I get a map but I always inevitably end up throwing it away and wandering aimlessly, discovering parts of the Museum I must have seen before but have no recollection of. Every time I wander I somehow always inevitably end up on that viewing platform opposite the Winged Victory of Samothrace, my mum's favourite, thinking of how beautiful it is. Every time I end up at the Winged Victory of Samothrace I always inevitably decide that next time I come to Paris I think I just might go to the Louvre, after all.
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