Upon return to America, I will be fusing the fashion and culture of Les Sapeurs into my own daily dressing. Week five, I had fully immersed myself in Paris because Paris had fully accepted me. By week four, I learned more about African American history than I had ever learned in my entire life. After week two, I heard many stories of Black individuals that came to Paris and thrived there. In just one week, I completed two walking tours that canvased the Left and Right Bank of Paris. In just three days, I learned how to use the metro. However in this small amount of time that’s exactly what happened. Having studied abroad for a semester prior to this, I did not think it was possible for me to consider Paris my home in just five weeks. I don’t think there are any words that can fully capture what participating in Paris Noir did for me. Three weeks later, I still find myself randomly waking up at 7:45, only this time I have nowhere to go. This was how my mornings started every day while I was in Paris. By 8:30am, I make my way to class on the metro. “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” Markova Casseus pictured in front of the Bassin d’Apollon at the Jardins du château de Versailles.
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