I don’t love cities. But I damn sure love Paris.
I recognize that it can be smelly, pushy, crowded, and rude. Sometimes I can get tired of those things.
But most of the time, I don’t even notice.
Most of the time, I am looking at the architecture.
Ducking into patisseries.
Dreaming of a life where I understood every word around me.
Imagining what it would be like if my home here wasn’t temporary.
For now, I don’t know.
But someday. Someday. Some wonderful day: I just might.