Writing this takes me back to early March 2009. I remember sitting curled up at the corner of the couch in my apartment on rue de Clignancourt, waiting for Jéremy to return and collect my keys. I considered rushing to the Canadian consulate and pleading for a European passport. I considered absconding with the keys, disappearing into a crowd of tourists, never to be seen again. In the end, I gave in. I locked my door one last time and dragged my enormous suitcase down the sidewalk to Barbès-Rochechouart metro station, onto the train, off the train, through Gare du Nord, onto the RER to Charles-de-Gaulle aéroport. I left Paris. It nearly killed me, but I left.
I am loathe to leave Paris behind even in print. I could expound upon its wonders for years and never run out of things to say. But the fact is, life goes on. Often, it goes on in different places, with different people. Just like that day on the couch, I know that it's time for me- and One Suitcase, Seven Shopping Bags- to move on. Before I do, I want to thank everyone who has been along for the ride. It's been fun.
Aurevoir, Paris! Je serai de retour un jour!
For now, it's full speed ahead to Barcelona. If there's anything specific you want to know about the city, don't hesitate to ask!
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