Paris- Story of Immigrants, Beggars and Yellow Vests

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When my flight was about to touch the runway of Charles-De-Gaulle airport, I could see the thick clouds from the small window of the plane. Within moments rainwater lashed on the windowpane with a loud crackling sound. I understood that Paris was welcomin

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Balaka Basu

blogs from Mumbai