An American In Paris

Being an American in Paris is something unlike any other. With all the chaos happening in our world (as in us Americans) Paris and Europe are anything but blind to the realities that we live. The way Americans are viewed within Paris are directly influenced by the political and ethical state of our country. With that being said, while I’ve been in Paris so far I’ve done my best to treat the city kindly and with love and most importantly to step back and observe and take everything in a bit more than I would usually. Here are some key things I’ve noticed about the lovely City of Lights.

The wind that flows through the city smells of cigarettes and butter.

The winding curving cobble stone streets remind me that time is older than us and always will be.

Charles Garnier, when building the Opera Garnier, wanted people to dream for the first time when they came here. That’s Theatre, baby.

With unbearable heat and an extreme lack of A/C, Europeans lay in the grass. Florida, I’m looking at you. Let’s start laying in the grass more. It’s great and I’m doing it as I write this.

You’re not actually learning French if you’re not talking about pigeons 5 times a day in class as well as taking field trips to watch pigeons during lunch.

Being Jewish in Europe has always been rough but there is always a pocket of safe haven for us every so often. Le Marais, the oldest area of Paris, this ones for you.

Most importantly, spending time and living in a unique city like Paris presents so many incredible opportunities to grow and heal. Being surrounded by the most amazing group of friends is just the Nutella on top of the croissant. Again, I feel so so soooo lucky to be able to have this opportunity, and with another 2 weeks left I can’t wait to continue to remind Paris of the love and good Americans can bring with them when they travel abroad.

PS. Allez Les Bleus!!!!!!! (World cup champions 2018)

Xoxo Gossip Allie

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