Within the narrow parameters of my own life, living in Paris was epic. I returned stunned, trying to determine what the experience had meant to us.
“’Americans should never come to Europe,’ she said, and tried to laugh and began to cry. ‘It means they never can be happy again. What’s the good of an American who isn’t happy? Happiness was all we had.’” — James Baldwin, from Giovanni’s Room
Last year my wife Sally and I spent six months living in Paris. This was our seventh stay of two weeks or longer in Paris during the past decade. But this visit was longer than all the others combined. It was an attempt to get beyond being tourists, to actually “live” outside the U.S. for an extended period, to assimilate another culture to a qualitatively greater degree. Where better than Paris? That ambition was at the top of my “bucket list.”
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