I visited Paris for two weeks, during the summer of 1999. And I fell in love, the way you'd fall in love with a person. I can't wait for the day I can go back, and see even more, because I certainly did not see everything.
That was the end of the first part of Paris. Paris was never to be the same again although it was always Paris and you changed as it changed...There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it.- Ernest Hemingway, from A Moveable Feast
