I arrived in Paris 6 months ago today. It was on a rainy day, of course, otherwise it wouldn't have been dramatic enough, but I was so relieved to finally be here after a long period of happy/unhappy feeling about the town. Paris, depuis que je suis tout petite, c'est une grande histoire de " je t'aime, moi non plus ". I have the impression that my arrival was ages ago and in the same time I do feel that the city is still a mystery to me. I am still amazed by what I discover when I turn left instead of turning right. Hope that the feeling will continue for a while and won't disappear soon.
