The longer I stay here, the more I feel I have discovered the city and now I discover the people. With my close group of friends and cafe chats I really feel I could stay a bit longer now. Today I went to what was the only comparison to a real coffee shop here in Paris, and that it not to be confused with a cafe. Now what is the difference you might ask? Well in NYC we have lots coffee shops, a place of gathering for writers, regulars, students etc. Drinking a good old cup of Joe and hanging around for hours on end. A cafe here in Paris is a place to eat, drink and well hang for an hour or two. You look sort of like a squatter if you just stay around for hours on end at a cafe here in Paris.
But one of the sweeter things about the day was going to a dinner based on American style dinners, and meeting a few local internationals studying here in Paris. A sweet little Korean Puerto Rican from California, a British fellow and quirky Mexican. I felt I could have spent my whole evening there listening to their stories and what brought them to Paris. People always say my story sounds amazing, (artist moves to Paris after "Uni" to write a book etc) but these people have the true amazing stories...not even done with studies, or even able to speak the language when they move away to a foreign country...yup they make me look like a sucker!
So what was I doing on a Friday night in Paris today? Reading a book at my favorite little cafe while sipping on a espresso with Baily's cream. It's all bliss to me...the servers at the cafe know me by hard already and greet me with a kiss and hug every time I see them now...I will miss this circle of warm people here in Paris.
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