There was a bus tour scheduled for CEA students today to take us around the major spots in Paris. I decided to go to refresh myself on where everything was in correlation to everything else and all through the trip I couldn't help but to notice the differences between myself and the other students as they rushed to take pictures of every monument and street we passed while I was seated, camera in hand but feeling no need to capture anything through the window of the moving bus.
And as they chattered away loudly about all the places they wanted to visit and all the things they wanted to see, I just felt a little lost. To me Paris is magic, but none of it can be found at any of the major tourist spots. No, it's hidden in the breads of the bakers whose tiny stores are overlooked when they stand next to a McDonald's or a cup of coffee from a café well off the beaten path.
I wonder sometimes if it will be like this when I get back - if I will be lost among Americans.
And as they chattered away loudly about all the places they wanted to visit and all the things they wanted to see, I just felt a little lost. To me Paris is magic, but none of it can be found at any of the major tourist spots. No, it's hidden in the breads of the bakers whose tiny stores are overlooked when they stand next to a McDonald's or a cup of coffee from a café well off the beaten path.
I wonder sometimes if it will be like this when I get back - if I will be lost among Americans.
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