Paris Wins Life

I’ll never forget hopping off the Eurostar train in Paris and being basically dumped out into the bustling streets of the city. I honestly couldn’t breathe. As in, it took my breath away. There was a slight chill in the air, beautiful fluid French accents swirled around my head from all angles. Police cars beeped as they whizzed by. The stunning cream buildings with ornate black wrought iron balconies swallowed us whole. I put my hand on the shoulder of one of our team leaders as she began to vocalize our plan. “Hold on…just one minute.” She watched my eyes look around, taking in the architecture, the scents (also known as cigarettes), the people, the LIFE.

“Okay, now I’m ready.”

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