La Parisienne

Walking home from the métro the other night I was greeted by the neighbourhood crêpe-maker, 2 waiters at the corner pavement cafés and a sweet old man I often see walking his Dalmatian. At some point I went from being the new girl on the block to being one of the locals. It feels gooooood.

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