I bought two things for myself there: a black leather jacket and Hemingway’s A Movable Feast. I had either a croissant or a pain au chocolat for breakfast everyday. To save money, we bought sandwiches from the nearby monoprix for dinner and took it back to the hotel to eat while watching a Korean melodrama on television. I did a twirl in Montmarte, which was only appropriate considering my love for Amélie. My first sighting of the Eiffel Tower was magical.
Yes, that was my Paris.