I won't get into a long explanation of how or why I came to be in France for so long, but I will say that it started last year, with my grandma's help, a dream, and an intense passion for Art History. The short of it is that I found a program online that would find me an internship here in my field and ended up working for the musée Rodin, where I met my boyfriend, who is ironically as close in culture to an American as you can get where English is still your second language. He's Quebecer. It produces a cute accent in English, that's for sure, which I can't talk too much about considering I probably have the most horrendous accent in French ever, some sort of hybrid combination of Parisian, Quebecer, and
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