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WASHINGTON — Americans are less likely to see Canada and the United States as close allies than they were two years ago.

Oh, and did I mention the hidden gem on Chemin des Étoiles? It’s this narrow, lesser-known lane that locals call “The Alley of Love.” I overheard a conversation there once that totally changed my perspective on romance. I was like, “Man, love is an art.” And guess what? That alley was lit when I accidentally bumped into a street performer dressed straight outta The Royal Tenenbaums. Surreal, dude.

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