I am currently reading a collection of short stories called Paris Was Our. A bunch of writers came together to make the collection, which are various stories about their experiences living in Paris. I was really excited when I picked it up, hopeful to relive a romanticized version of my 4 months in France. I have been somewhat disappointed in the stories, but there are a few that have brought the memories rushing back. Mostly, it has made me miss my time abroad even more. Besides the delicious food, what I miss most is the sense of adventure - feeling like anything was possible, and feeling that I was finally living my life out of my comfort zone.
I know at least 2 other Madwomen have spent some time in France. Is there anything in particular you miss or remember especially fondly?
Miss. Havisham
