I bought it in a corner shop on the Place Vendome.
It was Easter week and I must have wanted to take some notes. I wasn't doing any visual journals then, but did keep an active written journal. Perhaps, in haste, I failed to pack a journal and picked this up so that I could jot down some thoughts.
After all this time it is only slightly discoloured and takes markers with barely any bleeding.
It has no identifying marks, or price on it. But perhaps it is still being sold in French shops.
And mysteriously it surfaced the other day in my file cabinet!
But now that I've rediscovered the packet, it is empty. I used the remaining 25 of 100 sheets practicing calligraphy.
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