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I Miss France...
A lot of people rag on France. A lot of the people who do, I find, have never been there. For some reason today, I'm missing it. I lived in Versailles my junior year of college and had access to Paris, one of the great cities of the world. Here's a few of the things I miss:
Popping into a boulangerie on the way to school for some pain au chocolat.
The Paris Metro, even with the French urine stank. Now that I've ridden the New York subway, I think I can say that the Metro smells worse.
Having lunch in the gardens at Versailles.
Watching that crazy dude perform in front of the Pompidou Center.
Getting fucked up and hanging out at the Parc De La Villette.
Nutella Crepes for dessert. I found that it was a nice way to bookend the day with chocolate in the morning and at night. Sure, Nutella isn't exactly chocolate, but it's close enough.