102. Tres bien!

One day, I’m going to Paris.

Call me a hopeless romantic, but I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. From the people I’ve asked who have been, it’s as stereotypical as it seems: people having coffee in cafes against the picturesque backdrop of the Eiffel Tower, refined women walking poodles and baguettes galore.

Of course, its identity has evolved over the last few years, with the terrorism attacks last year. The horrific act in neighbouring Nice has also impacted Paris. To its credit, it has stood tall and firm.

I’ve been slowly working on my French. As of this morning, I’m sitting at nearly 400 days straight of doing about 10–15 minutes a day. We’ll see what happens when I put it to the test!

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