Earlier in the year I said I liked Paris, I enjoyed living here, but I didn't love it. Well now I love it!
Sunshine is the key to real love it seems. And sunsets.
I decided this while sitting in the park next to Shakespeare and Co.,
eating falafel, hearing Notre Dame's organ and bells in the background,
on a bank holiday Monday, with a hangover and laughing to myself about
the nights before.
I'm not so sad to be leaving, partly because I'm moving onto another terrifically exciting adventure in Madrid. But also because I know we'll see each other again soon, we'll always be friends, with lots of memories and a few secrets.
So to Paris and friends, aquaintences, and randoms we've met along the way... au revoir and thanks for all the crepes.
The things I'll miss the most...
crossing the many bridges over the Seine
the green chairs in the parks
eating croissants on the banks of the river in the sun
walking home at night past Notre Dame
drinking tea and eating biscuits in my studio with a friend or two
my local pub up the road with it's lovely people and impromptu nights out
the happiness I feel when someone says 'oh la la'
meeting really interesting people
surprising people with the size of my studio
falafel and vintage shops in Marais
the really buttery St Michel biscuits that the shop next door sells at hugely inflated price after Monoprix shuts
Amorino gelato: speculos and caramello
coffee in cafes
eating out really well for cheap(ish)
I already miss all the girls who left before me, and I'll miss the one I'm leaving behind!
I won't miss...
the price of a pint
being asked the same questions by boys in bars-
"English? So where are you from? Are you on holiday? Are you studying? So, what are you doing here? What? Why? Do you speak French? You drink a lot you English, no? Whisky?"
-although maybe I will miss that a wee bit, because it is funny.