Tonight I had dinner with my hostess and her daughter.
While we were in the salon before dinner, Typhaine lifted her jeans to show me the brace on her sprained ankle. Which wouldn't be that impressive, except that she's also wearing four inch heels. When I said that I wouldn't be able to walk in those shoes with a hurt ankle (or at all, let's be honest) she sighed, took a drag on her cigarette and told me, "I don't wear flats."
I will never, ever be a Parisienne.
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"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy."
-Ernest Hemmingway, "A Moveable Feast"
-Ernest Hemmingway, "A Moveable Feast"
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