6.1.18. My last day in Paris. I spent the morning going for a run and then catching up on emails over a steak frites for 7 hours. After packing up, I met S and A for another burger drenched in special sauce at Le Castiglione. We walked over to the Ritz for a cocktail afterwards and ran into R and her family. Walking back to the hotel a $25 cocktail (yikes), I remembered the moment in 2011 when I was sitting in a church in Paris and thought I got a divine sign that I would move here. I still wonder if that will ever come true. Plenty of years to find out.
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