I often dream about walking on the streets of Paris, hand in hand with the love of my life, in a city so full of love that would choked you to death and then reality hits me. After being in Paris for a week, I was torn between staying or leaving. I did not want to pack the entire Paris in one week because deep down, I think I would still come back. If anything travel has taught me, is to never do anything for anybody else but yourself.
Read my playful rendition of Paris deuxième partie here -- Les Parisians, La Ville
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| Hanging out with the girls, drinking wine, being as Parisians as we can be! |
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