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hBg in Paree!

Twenty or so years ago Paris and I met. Despite best efforts, the meeting was awkward at best.

I will spare you the tragedy of my early nineties homestay (i.e. commute) to and from Livry-Gargan to Gambetta whilst navigating the fresh horror of the tragic separation of my then thirteen-year-old harp playing exchange partner Vincent’s insane parents… Ahem…

It never quite felt right.  How could a girlie like me, ME, have beef with Paris?

So I went back sola to settle the score. Mission accomplished. Here are my reflections …on, …of, …in Paris.

Merci Paris. À la prochaine…

heARTbeatgal

[Class of ’95 French immersion program…this one’s for you!]