When I found what felt like my apartment in Paris, I booked the reservation. I was smitten when I saw the confirmation ~
44 nights in Paris
44 is a special Angel number. 4 is their number to begin with, and a double 4, to me, felt like a sign. I was destined to be in Paris. For 44 nights.
I wasn’t sure why. Then I met Lydie (whom you will become better acquainted with - stand by), via Zoom before I ever landed in Paris, and she told me that my apartment was a few minutes away from hers. So to begin, the only person I knew in Paris, was also my neighbor.
When I landed in Paris via train on a cold and drizzly December afternoon, Lydie met me at the station. Our French sisterhood was off to a very, very kind start.
As for the rest of what my stay was about ... well. I just planned to be surprised.
The next series of stories are prefaced by 44 Nights In Paris.
Kindly keep reading.
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