For the dverse prompt.

Photo ©Patrick Nouhailler’s

I took the bus to Paris. I’d always said I would get there and I did. It was the beginning of July, and I arrived from London with one bag, first job as replacement staff for the summer holidays. As soon as I stepped out of the Métro at Boulevard Voltaire and asked a gendarme for directions, I knew I wasn’t going back. And I didn’t.

Heat and cafés

smells of pastis and coffee

endless summer