07 March 2011


Photo by: Tala Alem

I tried writing about Paris a lot since I came, but I couldn't. I don't know why. 
Everything and anything I write about Paris feels wrong. It was easier to describe Paris when I wasn't part of it, when I was just a spectator taking notes. 
Paris is surreal. It is romantic. It's the city of weed and wine. Of strikes and long weekends. Of dark thoughts and darker coats. 

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