First off, a little about me. My name is Anastasia, I’m 19 and I am studying Fashion Design Management. Originally I’m from Russia, but I studied in Germany, Singapore and London – each for a year. Within this year I’ve made a few trips across Europe and Asia.
This story takes place in Paris, in early spring of 2018. I decided to write this story because I really wanted to share it, but I don’t really want to talk with any friends about it. If you read it: Heh, perv! :P
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It was relatively cold, around 10°C, but Paris is one beautiful city if I’ve ever seen one. The Eiffel Tower, probably *the best known* landmark in all of Europe, the Symbol of Paris. I visited the Louvre, and Sacré-Coeur. I even tried to learn a few words of french, but that never got too far!
But one thing got me even more interested then those big landmarks: the small cafés and boutiques all around the city, and one particular flower store.