Paris was a
fresh breath, it was home and when I more or less fell down on my chair after
ordering my Starbucks in half French, half English (something that soon became
way to usual that evening) it felt like all the times before. Relaxing and calming.
I don’t know if it was good or bad luck
that we ended up walking from the Tour Eiffel to Amalfi in the Duplex-area, but
Italian pizza and wine did not hurt. After having the waiter call me the “baby”
and “dolly” for the entire evening, saying “I love you” in Norwegian and ending
it all by giving me a lollypop we went laughing back to metro where a
puppet-man entertained us half the way back to Montmartre ( I may upload the vid later!) where a lovely man
sold us Crepe Nutella and Warm Wine.
Paris’ food and people are way too easy to
enjoy and already when we arrived at the metro station a very cute French guy,
came over to carry my suitcase down the stairs. Why would I ever wanna leave
here?
-Mari
Clémentine
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