With an essay to hand in 24 hours and an exam waiting around the corner, you'd think I'd have have more sense than to just set off for Paris and forget about everything. Well, I didn't forget about work- I finished my essay two hours before my train was due for Gare du Nord, and I've started revision the minute I got back home this morning. If anything, I think the four days I spent with my friends Tash, Laura and Jess at Rue de la Rouchefoucauld were the most therapeutic since the start of the Christmas holidays. There was no stress, no fatigue, no worries. I also loved that this time around, there was a sense of familiarity in the air.
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The last time I was in the city, it was very much from a tourist's standpoint. City sights, optimising daylight hours, photos left and right, it was all dynamic and surreal. This time, (even with the seemingly excessive Kodak moments) our stay was more chilled and dare I say, more local and French. We lived a stone throw away from Montmartre and Pigalle, and whenever we walked around the streets, we could see the Sacre Coeur from atop the skyline. After four days of sleeping in, brunches at Café Jadis and late afternoon strolls along Ile-Saint Louis...can you blame me for not wanting to come back to joyous Leeds?
Until next time!
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