Tag: growing up
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Paris II: L’Apprentissage
Funny how good it feels to relearn the idealistic truths one was forced-fed as a second grader. I finally broke down the barrier that was separating me, the temporary American student, from the French inhabitants of my foyer last night. Virgile can often be found working on his graphic design in the common computer room…
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Paris I: L’Etranger
Paris feels to me right now like the color that is used on the metro maps to represent the line I use to get back to my foyer— it is a non-ostentatious pink. And something about being in this city of non-ostentatious pink makes me want to use exclamation marks when I type.
George Altshuler 