I hummed, skipped through the neighborhoods of Paris, made my way to the Louvre.

After our third day of sightseeing the Louvre, we stopped at a market where Rafael bought wine, cheese, bread.

FIRST TIME IN PARIS BY CHARLOTTE ROSSLER

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 65

I jumped off the train from London onto the platform. A plump Parisian lady helped me regain balance when I stumbled under the weight of my backpack.

“Merci,” I said, adjust…

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