The recent events in Paris made me sit down and think about the few days I spent there almost three years ago, also on a November weekend. As a teen, I was fascinated with Paris and even themed my bedroom around the beautiful city. I painted parts of my wall with the Eiffel Tower, and glued gems to represent the "city of lights". I took French classes in middle and high school, where I admittedly struggled, but couldn't help but love the sound and fluidity of the language. I was proud that my last name, Collette, was French and that part of my ancestry came from France. The day I took the Eurostar from London and arrived in Paris, it was cold and dreary, but the city slowly warmed up and the sun shown bright to reveal its wonders. While my time in Paris was short, it was impossible to not soak up the history the streets held and the magnificent culture that exudes from the people. Paris has a special sprit that you cannot find anywhere else and I know it will hold that spirit now.
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