Narrative Essay About Living In Paris

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Parisians, hold your (natural) dirty look s’il vous plait, this girl jumped ship down to the South side where the sun actually shines. It’s true, I’m betraying you, but don’t hate me.

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Three years when I studied abroad in Paris, I was convinced that it was the most amazing city in France. How mainstream of me, ewiiieee. After four months of living à la lumière, I had learned exactly which smelly metro stops to avoid, where to buy the cheapest and best crêpe without going anywhere near Saint-Michel, and the best place to sit and stare at the Seine with a baguette and bottle of cheap Monoprix wine. I was so in love with the semester that I’ve been back almost every year to pretend I still live in the 15ième with my French home-stay. …show more content…

As a Brazilian it’s critical that I have sunshine and water around me as much as possible; it’s what keeps my spirit alive. So it’s natural that when I lived in Paris, I was really in "Pale-is", as in I was so damn pale and Vitamin D deficient that it hurt. I mean, the zombie crack-head look is ok for some time, but when I feel the rays on my face it’s like taking three shots of espresso with balloons and unicorns flying everywhere. It's as though being sun and sea deprived is a tradeoff for being able to live in Paris, and I don’t feel like giving it up anymore.

2. It’s falling apart, in a good way

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France as an entire country is aged in a beautiful way. Paris though, has had so many expert architects restore buildings that were once falling apart that it still looks like it's mint condition. There's nothing wrong with that, the most visited city in the world needs regular spa treatments and facelifts, but I need a little scruff, a little rough, and a little tough.

When I first walked into Le Panier, the old quarter of Marseille, I felt like I walked straight into an untouched street of pre medieval times, with an endless amount of spunk. Everything are chipped and falling apart and I couldn't help but get lost in my time-machine thoughts while walking through alleys between crooked buildings.

3. They’re not afraid of

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