Est-ce que je suis vraiment à Paris? (Or, am I really in Paris?)

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Today was the first day that I truly realized that I was “en Paris.” And strangely enough, it came from simply walking — more like wandering — through the city. It began as my classmates and I participated in a walking tour of the Ile de-Cite and the Ile Saint-Louis, when the unique crooning of a French accordion began to float through the air. A total cliche of French musique of course, but as the rich, melodically disoriented notes of the accordion fluttered through the air of La Seine, an excitement came over me.

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The feeling only continued to bubble as we crossed the bridge, where we watched a street performer entertain and play with passing children through blowing massive bubbles using two sticks and string. It was a simple yet moving moment, one that made me realize that I am in the most beautiful, romantic and majestic city in the world.

Anywhere and everywhere you turn there is exquisiteness. A person can wander aimlessly yet still stumble upon the most enchanting, alluring or even life-altering scene. There’s something about Paris that evokes a mystical — or even mythical — quality and I cannot wait to lose myself in it.

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