Vanessa Yenson

Paris. And. Me.

There’s a heady perfume about Paris that is more than just the way it smells. It’s a whole sensory experience that I immerse myself in with each visit. I get the first hint when I emerge from the metro after the confines of a long-haul flight—the first layer is the language. The effortless linking of words that I learnt in chunks in a beginner’s course at night college flows around me like a river, washing me in a seductive thrall…

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