I travelled by myself to Europe in 1984 never having gone anywhere by myself before, let alone to a foreign country. I bought a ticket to Paris to return a month later. Little did I know it would be the adventure of a lifetime. I landed in Paris on July 13th and didn't even have a hotel reservation. For some reason I thought I could get on a plane, land in a foreign country and just wing it. Well, I did and was surprised at how friendly and helpful people were. This photo was taken towards the end of the trip when I went to Brugge, Belgium. Walking down a side street I felt I was being watched so turned and there was this mural painted on the wall. I had to take the picture.
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