PARIS IS ALWAYS A GOOD IDEA
The final chords of Chopin’s Nocturne #8 reverberate against the rafters of Église Saint-Julien-le-Pauvre, a 12thcentury church tucked away between the Boulevard Saint-Germain and the waters of the Seine. The audience lets out a collective breath, letting the music hang in the air a moment longer, before bursting into rapturous applause. The crowd is small, huddled in coats against the pervading winter chill, and there’s a sense that together we have shared something beautiful, regardless of the language we speak.
This is why I keep coming back to Paris. Every time I return, I fall a little more in
