Paris
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ἀγάπη
These right here are my people. I realised standing in a room of friends today, that this right here is the dream. I am living the dream. The dream of love. The dream…
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Home / Chez soi
Home. Some people are born in a place that feels like home, and some of us simply aren’t. For some people, home is the house they’ve lived in all their life. For others,…
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Les Trois Mousquetaires
I couldn’t tell you when they became my people, but at some point, along the way, they did. People always talk about their best friends from university, the ones with whom they do…
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Laughter
The metro driver who pulls into the platform laughing. The security person at the door, who makes a joke as you walk in, chuckling. The guy who stretches in the library, free and…
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Paris, quoi faire…
Paris est dur. Les touristes sont durs à gérer et parfois je veux simplement, une rue sans personne. Je voudrais pouvoir traverser les rues, seules, sans avoir besoin d’éviter des foules comme un…
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Her arms
Perfect moments are never how I imagine them. I imagine the best patisserie and coffee France has to offer; I imagine a jazz bar, humming softly in the night as Paris comes alive;…
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Paris, the city of love / Paris, la ville de l’amour
Love. Well, you may have guessed it my dear readers. I am indeed a hopeless romantic. I spend my days dreaming about l’amour and seeing it everywhere around me, which is hardly surprising…
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The Stranger
The conductor sounds the beep of the closing doors and they begin to hiss shut, but then, we see her. The woman running towards our door, light-brown hair, hand-bag full of papers and…
