There’s a unescapable feeling of longing when I flip through my pictures from Paris. It is as if the pictures are not even a memory of my own, but of someone else’s completely unique experience. I miss the cobblestone streets that I walked so carelessly on in my uncomfortable shoes. I miss the decadent smell of cafes and patisseries all along the narrow streets. I miss the french banter between a couple sitting in front of me. This place, these feelings, these thoughts; they all feel a world away from me as I sit here in my dorm room. Tu me manques le ville de lumieres.