There is a nice little place in Paris that houses my France memories. It's called Maisons-Alfort Alfortville, where my good friend, Alison's apartment is. For one precious week of my life in Paris, I got to stay in that sweet and cozy place, all because Alsion has been so lovingly generous. I can still smell the air and feel the warmth of the sun about the apartment as I write. It may be a little out of the way from the city centre but it feels totally comfortable, so you can actually stay in if you don't feel like going out.

I remember the last day I was in Paris, I'd spent most of it walking around the neighborhood in the rain. It was quiet and peaceful, with friendly little shops at every corner. And I also remember wishing I could live in a neighborhood like this for the rest of my life.