I remember when I first got to meet Paris in person 8 years ago now; I had always wanted to visit but didn’t make it until my senior year of high school with two of my close friends. We all fell in love; the city truly offered something for everyone and was so diverse and big yet sophisticated and rich that you couldn’t help but feel that way.
Since 2006 I’ve managed to come back four times so far, and thinking about it, Paris is the only city where I haven’t lived but keep constantly coming back to for some reason.
This time round it was a short weekend trip; one of my best friends was visiting the city for the first time, and I wanted to spend some time with her. Plus, I got to hang out with my Parisian friend, so it was an awesome weekend all around: The weather was perfect, the city as attractive as ever and the food as delicious as I hoped for it to be after a month of eating salmon almost every day.
And remember my earlier post about how tiny of a place this planet is? That theory proved to be true once again. Walking down the Champs Elysees on Sunday, I literary bumped into a girl who went to my school back in Egypt and who moved to Paris a month ago for school. What are the chances that in a city as big as this one, I end up running into the only Egyptian person I know?
The little things that make my day.