My favorite people I’ve met in Paris (so far):
The American friends who studied abroad in Italy 30 years ago. The man was wearing a gorgeous outfit, consisting of a yellow skirt, layered necklaces, and a billowy top. The woman wore a white shirt and red lipstick. She had a pretty smile. It made me imagine me and Ben in 30 years, still close friends, sharing our adventure stories with whoever we can.
The group of Spanish students and their sweet friends studying here. We laughed about silly cultural differences, went dancing along the Seine, and shared some delicious meals. They taught us a Spanish card game. Some of them are leaving soon, and I’ll miss them when they go.
The American and Canadian kids who also participating in a study abroad program for the month with MICEFA. They’re all very stylish! I would like to get to know them more.
The bartenders at the nearby bar who have been extremely nice to a group of Americans who don’t really know what they’re doing quite yet. They’re also very beautiful. The man seemed surprised when I told him how much I appreciated his kindness.
All the elderly French people. They’re annoyed all the time, I love it. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do, you’ll get the frustrated French sigh and eyeroll. Maybe a few complaints under their breath if you’ve really peeved them. Nobody is safe.