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We’ll always have Paris

After ten magical days, I boarded a plane bound for home. My red fleece coat was balled up in my suitcase, replaced by black cigarette pants and pumps. I didn’t want to simply be recognized as someone who had travelled to France; I wanted to be mistaken for someone who was French.
 Paris, France

Just a boy on his own, running away from his home?

Of course being American I owe the French a debt of gratitude for helping us win our independence all those years ago, but gratitude aside, I’ve been intrigued with all things French for longer than I can remember! But consciously, it probably started with the French kiss.