Paris.. Fourteen years old I was when I visited this city for the first time on a school trip. My fellow students were bored while our French teacher guided us through the streets of Paris, telling us stories about every building, every statue, every little detail. I was hanging on his lips. When we entered Le Jardin du Luxembourg and passed the Fontaine Médicis I fell in love. The calmness and peacefulness I felt when I saw a girl sitting there on a chair reading her book made me want to live there instantly. I wanted to be her. Though I don’t officially live in Paris it does feel a little like my second home with visits on a monthly base. I still often go to Jardin du Luxembourg with my book but I’m usually eating my way around the city.
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