I had an entire post written about it.
I strung together words about the welcoming people I met and places I visited in the city by the Seine.
I wrote about the art and the cathedrals and the sculptures.
I described the details of my enchanting evening in Saint-Germain. I wrote about the dinner I shared with new friends. The ambiance was palpable; the conversation, the food, the music… a night I shall never forget. I even got all poetic and whipped out my iPhone during dinner and typed a note about how I felt the ghost of Hemmingway swirl around me in the cigarette smoke.
Corny iPhone writing aside, I fell in love with Paris that night.
I also wrote about the warnings I received back in the States before leaving for France.
The French hate Americans.
Parisians are rude.
Pretentious. Stuffy. Arrogant
Tell them you’re from Canada.
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