French people are a strange alien species I can barely communicate with (save for the couple old high-school buddies close to my heart).
Speaking French is soon going to feel less natural than even Japanese.
And yet Paris still feels as close to a hometown as I will ever have.
A cold, rainy, dirty, grey hometown.
Bienvenue ! 🙂
“Clogged
only with
Music, like
the Wheels of
Birds”
E. Dickinson “Envelope poems”