Paris for me has been: zoning out to the sounds in the classroom labs of 'oobleedeeoooahhblahh' because of my dysfunctional and linguistically challenged brain, lunch at the tuileries when the sun is shining in the sky, unquestioning acceptance and friendship in a city infamous for being devoutly pretentious, effortless beauty, shameless PDA everywhere I turn, chic rooms filled with clowds of smoke, and nights that don't end until daybreaks and the metro opens up again. Paris, j'adore ça. Commas, commas, commas, and run-on sentences.
