While I was living in Paris, I had a friend, a particular friend, who spent so much time journalling and writing about her experience, that I felt she was sure to be missing out on Paris. But now that I’m back in little old Perth, I’m certainly envious of this friend - of the fact that she has heartfelt words and ticket stubs and photos all glued and written into journal upon journal, to look back on when she is ‘stuck’ in a far less interesting and wonderful city.
And so - I shall attempt to journal my adventure in retrospect, the seven and a half months I spent living in what I will not be convinced otherwise of, the greatest city on Earth, Paris.
If the Internet were to be censored people may actually have to start reading books…
I’ve definitely done this.