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About a month ago, I was sat in my university library, writing my second research report in as many weeks, thinking 'I need a holiday'! I run my own business as a Disability Equality Consultant, and as a result, spend much of my time travelling across the country, and sometimes, if I'm lucky, internationally, although it has been far too long since I have enjoyed anything that I could reasonably refer to as a 'holiday'; the last time being a short break in London after my 17th birthday.
Imagine, then, how I was more than happy to take Eleanor up on her offer of a weekend break in Paris. Nevertheless, my immediate reaction, was soon replaced by more practical considerations; a different country, a different language, and an ignorance, on my part, of the daily issues faced by disabled Parisians. Ironically, my London break was at first conceived as a trip to the French capital, but, for those reasons stated above, I made the decision to travel somewhere a little more familiar.
Read about the whole journey here:


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