This one is a bit romanticized, I'll admit. Perhaps the most romanticized part, however, is the idea of having a window seat and that much leg room on the flight to Paris. Truly, this book was a comfort to me as I settled in here, knowing even people from the 1800s felt the same anxiety and anticipation as I did coming to Paris. When they describe feeling alone in a new city, they make it sound dreamy and peaceful rather than frightening or lonely. Also, that view from the Pont Mirabeau really did take my breath away. I know Parisians get tired of the Eiffel Tower, but I haven't yet and I'm not sure I ever will.
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