"There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even-the French air clears up the brain and does good-a world of good." Vincent Van Gogh
kiss me like you mean it. (no, please don’t.)
When I arrived, I wanted to kiss the ground. Yet, I refrained. Possible hepatitis by way of the ground, even the French kind, is still hepatitis. Anyway. Other places I wanted to kiss, but didn't, because my rabid love of Paris didn't mean I was crazy: I wanted to kiss the triangle things at The …
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Lessons in Frenglish
Let me explain my relationship with the French language. In 7th grade, I was in a class called International Foreign Language, where we were basically given a smorgasbord of different languages and cultures to learn about. French, Spanish, German. Needless to say, I quickly fell in love with French. Can't really explain it; maybe it …
Meanwhile, on L’Avenue des Champs-Élysées…
See that grinning girl standing in front of the Arc de Triomphe? C'est moi. One of the best trips of all time. Off all time.
This Square Peg. 