Paris. That’s the town for me. My first visit was love at first sight. I was smitten. I visit every year and return home with a horrible sickness that lasts for months, some call it “culture shock,” I call it homesickness. Gertrude Stein once said "Writers have to have two countries, the one where they belong and the one in which they really live. The second one is romantic, it is separate from themselves, it is not real, but it is really there." My second country is Paris. The passion was in my blood long before I was born, as the destination for my honeymooning parents, and it still beckons me even during the simplest, most ordinary of days. As an outsider and an insider, I see Paris differently than most tourists and certainly than most
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