When I first met her four months ago, was at Travis going away party. She was the nicest person and talked to me really in depth despite everyone who was there. I felt like she really made an effort as many native French speakers in Paris tend to stick to their kind. Most people work crazy long hours to make ends meet and hardly have time to spend with their family and friends, so to make an effort for an outsider who is likely to leave in a short duration of time takes a particular kind of heart and character.
I had been staying with Fouad the first couple of nights and then during the Bastille weekend he was having a friend stay and would need the space, so having planned to stay at Julie's anyway, I arranged to be with her during the weekend. I arrived the first night, empty handed, as I was searching the neighborhood for a wine to bring but there were no shops around that were open at that hour. I felt pretty bad about it and made sure to make up for it next time when I came with two bottles.
Highlights with Julie:
Her supremely delicious coconut rice and the time she put too much salt and was so appologetic about it, it became another reason to adore her.
Her DIY home projects (tiling, chalkboard wall, partition) and the trip for home supplies that led to a rather hilarious and difficult bus ride.
The all access pass to her beauty supplies aka: her facial regimen, it made me feel really special like I had a sophisticated French older sister who was teaching me how to upkeep my youth.
The talks about mindfulness and meditation, relationships and heartbreak, the endless efforting to try to create better habits, her bond with her sister, neighborhood street art, having full cries and really being present for one another.
Eating over priced food by the canal with the lights illuminating the water, drinking wine at a small crowded table waiting for the Bastille fireworks to start atop Fouad's Office building. (When I was young I had a book of world holidays and I always wanted to celebrate Bastille. That was a special night.)
Her smile, the way she would crinkle her forehead when she was trying to understand my English, or bad French. Her laugh, the time she told me how to say I'm a cunt and how funny she thought it was when I said that and attempted to say words like Bouef and Buuueerree
How kick ass she is. And how much I admire and adore her. She has a special place in my heart my French Aquarian sister.
Highlights with Julie:
Her supremely delicious coconut rice and the time she put too much salt and was so appologetic about it, it became another reason to adore her.
Her DIY home projects (tiling, chalkboard wall, partition) and the trip for home supplies that led to a rather hilarious and difficult bus ride.
The all access pass to her beauty supplies aka: her facial regimen, it made me feel really special like I had a sophisticated French older sister who was teaching me how to upkeep my youth.
The talks about mindfulness and meditation, relationships and heartbreak, the endless efforting to try to create better habits, her bond with her sister, neighborhood street art, having full cries and really being present for one another.
Eating over priced food by the canal with the lights illuminating the water, drinking wine at a small crowded table waiting for the Bastille fireworks to start atop Fouad's Office building. (When I was young I had a book of world holidays and I always wanted to celebrate Bastille. That was a special night.)
Her smile, the way she would crinkle her forehead when she was trying to understand my English, or bad French. Her laugh, the time she told me how to say I'm a cunt and how funny she thought it was when I said that and attempted to say words like Bouef and Buuueerree
How kick ass she is. And how much I admire and adore her. She has a special place in my heart my French Aquarian sister.
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