I wrote this last summer. It was waiting to be found in my wordpress account. I just logged on for the first time in forever. And I thought, yes. Yes, thats excactly how it was.
Paris was huge and hot and humid and hormonal. No wait that last one was just me. I was in total denial until I found myself in the bathroom at midnight bawling my eyes out for no reason what so ever. At which point I had to concede that maybe the reason I didn’t like Paris wasn’t so much the city itself but more my general state of mind. When I eventually emerged from the stifling fog of hormones I thought, given time I could probably like this city. & walking home alone through the busy streets and endless metro tunnells on my last day there after dropping off my sister at the bus to the airport, I almost did.
I have some love type stuff to sort out but I’m avoiding talking about it because I don’t want any ‘I told you so’s
