2.21.2011

paris



Dreary weather reminds me of the day I left Paris. After spending six weeks studying in France—which was also my first trip out of the States—I caught a cab outside of my hostel in Montmartre. It was dawn, and rainy, and I can't remember the song on the radio. But, mixed with the dawn and the rainy—and the Paris—I couldn't help but cry.

Paris, 2007

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