Why Don't You Leave?

Paris is the problematic boyfriend I can't leave, for now.

“Why do we live here?” a friend of mine asked during pre-dinner drinks one evening. We had just been laughing at some recent trials and tribulations of living in Paris, it seemed everyone had had their ass handed to them by the city in one way or another. An irretrievable visa, a package that a clerk said wasn’t available until it magically was, a gene…