Every so often, a hint of Parisian nostalgia creeps up on me without any type of warning. After an incredibly busy yet enjoyable week here in the city, as yesterday approached with the crisp weather I knew the feeling was coming. I sat on my balcony-esque fire escape with a glass of red and watched the most ecstatic sunset of all time while browsing through old photos. Everyone misses abroad no matter what city they are visiting, but for some reason Paris to me felt like my second home. I recall by the third day in the apartment on Rue Ste. Anne I felt a connection with the city. Between the architecture and gardens off of every boulevard, there really is no place that compares. The only way to subside my sadness is by formulating a way to bring Paris to me. Meaning, I have Alexandra cafe, a small French bistro on the corner where you can order un espresso and have a cigarette on the porch, as well as dressing up for class as I did there, instead of throwing on simple sweats. Despite those little changes helping me feel better, I do hope to get there again sooner rather than later!