It's been 4 days since my relocation to Paris and I am slowly getting used to its mysterious spirit and the foreign way of life it embodies. I have always wanted to experience living abroad and immerse myself in a new environment and foreign culture. After many years of dreaming, now that I am finally hear the reality is a little scary. Paris is so beautiful, so grand and awe inspiring I feel a weight upon my shoulders to impress and be accepted into her arms. In 1815, Honoré de Balzac famously said
"Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant."
Of all the cities I have visited in the UK, America, Europe and Asia I can honestly say that Paris is undeniably chic. The people, pavements and architecture are all polished. But also hidden in its alleyways are undercurrents of character, of decay and history that give greater insight into the pulse of the city and its inhabitants.
