With only an address on a six month old letter to go by, I arrived in the heart of France in the midday on my path to find Gabriele. I hoped he would still be present at that address but with it having been a nice amount of time having passed, there was more nerves that I would open the door to a stranger or worse; someone who moved on from me with. I held my head high as I tried to act as though I had been here before. I could see the apprehension of the natives as they were rude without even having spoken a word. I brought my gaze to the ground, eager to see the culture and life of a place I had always dreamed of being.
With the Parisian sun beaming upon my cheeks, I had no clue where to go. The area around me was rather chaotic with several people having gone in and out of the airport
