My first-ever trip to France was at the age of 14, when I decided that come hell or high water, Paris was going to be my home. I recall the smell of the boulangerie as I walked by. A country with shops smelling like that, is exactly the country I need to call home.
There once was a young, (Young is code for inexperienced, hopeless, grotesquely absurd, nonsensical, nitwit in Paris, in case you aren't a local.), girl named Chanel... NO! Chanon. NO No Nooo. I mean Shannon.