Clivia Wang | Paris, France | Post 3
Oh, Paris. The fact that I’ve been bumming my brains out at one o’clock in the morning trying to sum up Paris is the real evidence that Paris refuses to be logically examined. The City of Love. Once the capital of the world. The city of magic, according to Woody Allen. The city of elegantly bitchy girls. The city of stuffy and smelly metros (but really though, it’s good enough compared to New York). All in all, THE CITY. In…