I was 16 when I first visited Paris. As I walked through the capital with my high school classmates, I think I stopped and took a picture on every rue. I’d never been out of the United States before and was so excited to finally be in France.
We must’ve walked ten miles that
From the age of five or six, I had been certain that France was where I was destined to be. My first 24 hours in Paris confirmed it. As my friends and I wandered around the city, I felt an overwhelmingly exquisite, yet
We only stayed in Paris for a few days before heading out on our own Tour de France, visiting ten different cities in as many days. But this first day and the feeling of being exactly where I was supposed to be never left me. Once I finally moved to Paris some 12 years after that first trip, that feeling was still here waiting for me, welcoming me back with open arms.
I was probably a pre-teen when I discovered Alexandre Dumas's novels. I was an avid, indiscriminate reader, and I devoured them all, buying some, borrowing others, until there weren't any left.
When I first moved to Paris, I had a problem with the beauty of the city. I was both amazed and frustrated by it.