I know many folks who like Paris. They are people like my husband who don't mind going every now and again for a visit. But me? Nope. I don't like Paris. I truly love Paris; some may even argue I am obsessed with it. Perhaps. But I cannot deny the deep connection I feel with the city. Everything about the City of Light beckons me so that I long to be there with every fiber of my being. Even though it is not my home, I am homesick for Paris. So, I bide my time until I can return by, writing this blog, reading about France, talking about France (to those who will listen), watching French movies, listening to French music, studying the French language, and daydreaming about the place my heart remains.
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