We were in Paris the past five days. I’d not been there for 15 years, when I was studying abroad at 20. And yet we experienced Paris this past week like we had not aged: late nights and early mornings, beer and cigarettes, raving until 7 am, bread and butter and chocolate and nutella . . .
I had an incredible time, remembering the city I once knew, retracing steps as an adult, discovering new neighborhoods, and meeting new friends. I enjoyed it, although I know that my lifestyle has changed so much that I couldn’t possibly keep up with the pace any longer.
But the city brings out those habits — it awakens the night owl, the party deep within you.
