Paris J'et' aime.
Le ciel est pardessus le toit, si blue, si calme - Reynaldo Hahn
I ordered my caf au lait at cafe Toscano and they wonder if I would ever leave Paris. Will I regret my choices? Impossible to tell, yes, but eventually this was always something I wanted to do. Occasionally, when busy here, the owner here would chuck me an apron and throw me behind the bar, yelling at all the workers to go faster. The english tourists seemed to like me as a familiar accent, a memento of home. It was a nice feeling and I wish someday to return to Paris, but my journey must go on. It seems the way of the world, il modo del mondo.
Deven
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