For those growing up in 21st Century America, there are certain things that are rites of passage: learning to ride a bike, receiving your first cell phone, graduating high school, and the first drink of alcohol (but not always in that order). For me, the last one was replaced by a task far more urgent: get to Paris.
At one point in time or another, nearly all of my favorite writers had either lived in or travelled to Paris; French artists (e.g. Paul Cézanne, David, van Gogh, etc.) were the most Avant-Garde; and French history has been magnetic ever since the first time I head, “Let them eat cake!” (even though Marie probably never said that). Naturally, I was drawn to the city that had changed the course of history, to the built up descriptions from my high school teacher, to the city of light.
I’ll be back for you one day, mon cher.