Everybody would like to believe they belong in Paris.
Paris, oh Paris. I love Paris, you love Paris, we do love Paris. Who doesn't? Even those who see it on a postcard would fall in love. Everybody would like to believe they belong in Paris. So do I. I used to wish I was born as Parisian, and had spoken French since I was born. Do you? No?
Indeed, the city has its soul, and the people posses elegance, but no, we don't love Paris, we love the idea of Paris, the pictures that appears on our social media timeline, the romance on the books we read, and the story about them, being in Paris. We are jealous with Paris, aren't we? Honestly, yes I am.
Je ne regrette rien,