On the Art of Living, or a Weekend in Paris
It is drizzling. Of course it is. The damp air smells of metro fumes and a hint of Terre d'Hermès as I painfully drag my suitcase up the stairs and onto le boulevard Saint Michel. I look around. Red lipstick stands out against the gray sky.
Yara Zgheib, ContributorA writer, constant traveler, and daydreamer.