‘The Last Night in Paris’
<p>I still marvel that the universe and the French authorities have allowed me to move to Paris. After many years of longing, working, raising awesome kids and watching them go off in their own directions — and then a year and a half of COVID, for heaven’s sake — I got to follow my heart to this place that’s really not at all what most people would’ve predicted for me.</p>
<p><strong>Paris</strong>: stylish, Old World, monumental, brusque, self-assured, hypercool.</p>
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<p>Photo by author.</p>
<p><strong>Me</strong>: blue jeaned, folksy, ‘nice’ (read: conflict avoidant), shy with an awkward edge, way not cool.</p>
<p>(That’s the stylish Parisian, not me, in the photo above.)</p>
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