WE ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER.

Well, if a miracle occurs within the next eight days, I shall be settling into my apartment in Paris as you turn your calendars from February to March.  You know when everything’s going really well, and you’re almost afraid to be happy because you feel as though maybe you’re not entirely deserving of all of this happiness, and you’re convinced that something must go wrong for balance to be restored to the world?  That’s me right now.  Who knew being a well-traveled 20-year-old with dual citizenship could ever be a disadvantage, eh?

While I anxiously await this long overdue security clearance, here are some photos of the Parisian life I was living last year and that I hope to be living again very soon.

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Métro. Boulot. Dodo.

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Can you tell I had a cold?

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One of my favorite sights.  Everything in this picture.

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Tame Impala!

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So happy.

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Bisous.

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The List

You would think that after having lived in Paris for nine months, I would have checked off every item on my “Things To Do Before I Leave Paris” list.  Wrong.  I somehow managed to leave all of the big things until the last, I kid you not, week of my stay.  Things like going to the Musée d’Orsay, the Louvre, the Marmottan, and countless others.  Although, strangely, I don’t at all regret it.  I spent my last weeks doing other things and making amazing memories with amazing people.  And to be fair, I had already been to both the Musée d’Orsay and the Louvre when I first came to Paris two years ago, but of course didn’t spend nearly enough time in either of them, as I was only in the city for literally 12 hours.

There were a few things on my list that I was able to check off, thanks to German and Mathieu:

– have one last crêpe at the crêpe stand in front of the Eiffel Tower by the carousel

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– take a picture with the “LOVE ME” graffiti on the Pont d’Iéna

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– film an OOTD in Place de la Concorde

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– visit the Père Lachaise cemetery

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– visit Rue Princesse (mainly because Ycare has a song called Rue Princesse)

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– climb the Arc de Triomphe

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– ride the shortest metro line (3bis)

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That’s Mathieu with his little Pink Floyd backpack!

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– take some photos of me and my then boyfriend, Mathieu

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– go to the first bakery I went to when I first came to Paris two years ago and order something in French (something I had been too scared to do the first time around)

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– picnic on the Champs de Mars

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Don’t look at the girl in front taking a selfie, but look at the couple in the middle who are just enjoying the hell out of this moment.

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– take a photo in a Photomaton booth in the metro

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– go to a typical French café

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Ended up going to a bunch my last week.

Paris was good to me.  I did so much, but I still have so much to do the next time I’m there.  That’s why I love this city.

Bisous.

Presque au revoir

Salut tout le monde!  As this is my first post, I’ll try to keep it short – see if I’m even cut out for this sort of thing.  While this definitely wasn’t one of my first adventures during my year abroad, it is one that I have thought about every day since returning to America.

After meeting German at Sèvres Lecourbe, we nipped into a nearby Marché Franprix and bought ourselves a bag of chips and a cheap bottle of wine.  Not too cheap.  Parisians seem to know their wine, and we certainly didn’t want to appear cheap in such a classy city.  With our picnic in hand, we headed to the Champs-de-Mars.  After a couple minutes of indecision, we finally chose our spot.

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 German opened the bottle, I opened the chips, and we settled in, knowing that this would be the last time we would spend an evening relaxing in front of the tower.  Knowing how to open a bottle of wine is a skill that you learn really quickly when you’re living in Paris, and I’m assuming in France in general.  I’d recommend always carrying a bottle opener in your bag just in case, because trust me, you will be needing it.  Just make sure you take that out of your bag before trying to get into a museum!

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Crossing Pont d’Iéna – not my best idea.

We walked towards the Seine and I made German stop to take a picture of me with this graffiti I had seen over a year ago on Tumblr.  Amazed that it was still there, I took plenty of pictures.  Even if you haven’t been to Paris, I’m sure you’ve probably seen it.

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LOVE ME.

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It seemed to be overcast everywhere in Paris except over the Eiffel Tower, which made for some awesome pictures.  Our plan was to head to the Arc de Triomphe, so we continued walking.  It was one of the most beautiful walks I’ve ever taken.  Wandering through the streets of Paris while the sun was setting over the blue rooftops.  It really is the most beautiful city in the world.

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Sweater – Petit Bateau

Pants – Tinsel

Shoes – Vans

Bag – Vincent Van Gogh Museum Gift Shop in Amsterdam

Bisous.