Those amongst you that know me would probably say I do not suffer from that sort of self-consciousness that keeps most sane people from spewing whatever crosses their minds. Except that sometimes I do.
I’ve lived in Paris now for just over a year and as tempted as I have been to talk about nothing but, I have refrained. You’re welcome.
But I do get asked quite often what I think of Paris. So here are my thoughts on living in Paris. You can stop reading now if that isn’t your thing. Jerk.
I read this morning on Threads that a woman thought Paris was okay, but didn’t get what all the fuss was about. You might assume I would be annoyed or even angry about her words, but really I was relieved. The less people that fall for Paris the more of her there is for me.
Yes, Paris is a woman.
A woman who does not suffer fools because she knows her value. She doesn’t need a knight in shimmering foil because she is perfectly capable of rescuing herself, thank you very much. She knows what she likes a…
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