What I miss...

What I miss from Paris...

Well, I miss PARIS. A lot. I miss the scent of Paris. The scent of french restaurants, perfumes... I can't explain that but Paris has its own scent. It's like the fresh croissant and baguette, the french restaurants and their enticing smelling quiche... The scent of the best Chanel perfumes...

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Every single French person has its own but same scent! I don't know how, but they really have! The fragrance of Paris for me is Chanel Chance. I got a little sample when I bought my very first and expensive Chanel Rose Confidental nailpolish... And I got to use it every single day... I felt like every single women use this particular perfume. This way, that became the fragrance of Paris for me.

(We all know that Paris has its own "smell" too what I do not miss - is the smell of pee... especially in the underground)

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I miss the cute streets. The same houses, the same old styled buildings. The history around me (I know the history is around me in Budapest too, but that was different). I almost heard whispering the old elegent ladies who were walking on the same streets before... I felt like I was the part of something. The part of a big, vibrant city. I saw many parisiens, and tourists too.... And I know I was one of the tourists, but I felt like home... I miss the crowdy cafés, chairs and tables on the streets.


I miss "LES PARISIENNES/PARISIENS" ... With capital letters. I don't know how they are doing. A french woman isn't French because of the way she got dressed . She is not French because she eats baugette every day. Not because she uses Chanel Chance. Etc. It's just the way she is.... The way she got dressed and the way she is walking at the same time. I don't know why, or how. It's just so uniqe... The self-confidence that she reflects. Being a parisienne is just a  treausure and such an honour. I will never be able to wear my clothes or walking on the streets this way. (I walk like a duck...) I miss that typical French mom. Slim, beautiful, neutral but elegant, confident, precise, calm and she answers to every single "Maman"... I miss those French men who are able to wear chic clothes on. Who are real "Mon Dieu" men :) with style... And well I miss hearing those cute Mamans...

I miss my daily baguette. I miss my "Pain au lait". I am dying for a Ladurée Violette Cassis macaron. I miss all the foods (however when I was there, I missed the real Hunagrian foods). I miss speaking French. I miss hearing French. I miss all the Bonjours.. Hang it, I miss the metro and the Pardons of the importunate people...

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I miss feeling myself "French"