When you fall in love with a city, it is not the big things, but it’s the small things that matter – the things that did not make it into your Baedeker.
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Thinking of Leipzig I thought of learned middle-aged men, feverishly working printers and book publishers, and a gallant beau monde. Times seemed to have changed and I should have known.
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