Today, I leave Paris. It’s not quite time to go home yet, since I’ll be jumping across the Channel to spend a few days in London, but the time in the City of Light has drawn to a close. With the possible exception of a visit last November, this is the first time I’ve been sad to leave Paris.
This is where it gets weird. No, not like ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ weird, or people that back in to their garage weird, just kind of a general sense of being out of place.