The first time I saw Paris I was dragging a red suitcase behind me. It was bumping along the cobblestones and I was tense with fear and excitement, looking for Cornell University's offices where I would get my apartment assignment. It would be the summer of the Gothic cathedral. I didn't know on that day that I would never quite get over Paris.
Coming around again...
The apartment is good. The company is good. The food is good. The wine is good.
And so on.
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