Paris – Part 1: My dream

The first time that I visited Paris, I had only one year of French knowledge but this time I have 6 years with a lot more confidence.

For as long as I can remember, I have had an infactuation with France.

My room was like a shrine to the French. I had French posters on my bedroom walls including bedsheets adorned with the Eiffel Tour and croissants and trunks covered in French words.

Now that I have arrived in my dream location, with the ability to speak French, I am going to speak as much as I possibly can. (Unless I begin to feel really shy and pretend that I can’t speak any English either.)

Bonne chance à moi!

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