Two months in Paris

It’s been two months since I’ve been living in Paris. The people are great, the metro station as depressing as ever, the Eiffel Towel shining bright like a diamond, the weather as unstable as pms-ing females and the town as multi-ethnic as my family history. Among all the things that I would love to talk … Continue reading

One month in Paris.

Funny thing when you’re different in a place where everyone’s practically the same. Actually, no, scratch that. Funny thing when you’re different in a place where you’d think everyone’s practically the same. You wouldn’t think of that when you think of Paris. All you see are croissants, hot guys wearing berets, adorned with crème Chantilly … Continue reading