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I miss France like whoa today. I can almost taste delicious croissants and a café crème at the tram-stop bakery on campus. And clementine juice from Auchan. I miss the smells, the cobbled streets, cheap train travel. Paris. I never thought I'd miss Paris, but I do.
I just want to get to a place where I can visit Orléans once a year for a week or two. It's foreign but familiar at the same time. I'd love to fly into Paris, take that familiar train ride through the wind turbine fields, pull into Gare d'Orléans and grab a kebab on the way to the little Best Western right next to the centre commercial. Take day trips to the castles, Tours, and anywhere else I want, always coming back "home."
I'd love to take Nicole and my family with me. Show them where I lived, where I shopped, studied, and ate. Nothing would be me and Nicole, strolling along the quai de la Loire (the banks of the Loire river, which runs directly through the city) with a bottle of wine during the river festival.
Someday, I hope.