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My final day in Paris was spent mostly alone. That morning I packed up and left our Airbnb and bid my parents goodbye — their flight was taking off in a few hours and my stepbrother’s family had already left for the states.

But I had one more night to spend in the city of lights. So I headed to the hotel I had chosen for my final stay and planned out my day.

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One of my earliest introductions to the city of Paris was from the movie Funny Face. If you haven’t seen it before I highly recommend it. Fred Astaire, Audrey Hepburn, models and beatniks all set against the backdrop of 1950s Paris. It’s so retro and fun and at times quite feminist for a classic musical, if you ask me.

When Audrey and the gang first arrive in Paris they all make a big to do about how they’re definitely going straight to their hotel rooms and NOT going out to sight see like typical American tourists…and then they catch each other all out sightseeing, exactly like typical American tourists. Paris just does that to you; you can’t help but gawk at everything.

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My first trip to Paris ended with me already missing that city so much that I could barely enjoy my final day there. There was this overwhelming need to do everything I could possibly fit in and yet also to walk slowly to see and experience everything at a glacial pace — and the sinking underlying guilt that I was already failing at both. I could never box Paris up, tie a pretty bow around it and take it home. Photos don’t do it justice and my memories would fade.

That was all there was to it: I had to go back.

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Let’s get down to brass tacks, shall we? Paris is a fashion city. Its name is synonymous with the classic, the chic, the stylish, even the avant-garde. Many people, including myself, find themselves second-guessing their wardrobes before a trip there.

But you don’t have to go on a shopping spree or forgo your own sense of style in order to appeal to some Parisian ideal that probably only exists in the mind of non-Parisians. Read on for my suggestions on what to wear and my packing list!

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On one hand, spending four days in Paris alone was just enough time to fall in love with the city without feeling homesick. On the other hand, it felt so fleeting that I’m already longing to go back.

Already dreading my impending return to reality, on day four of my trip I resolved to say “à bientôt” to the city, or “see you soon” rather than goodbye.

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Chances are that the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about Paris is: l’amour. It is the “city of love,” after all. Yet I had assumed that that was really just a cliché the city had been burdened with for far too many years, and that in reality, it would be just like any other large metropolitan center: hectic, anonymous and with the slightest scent of urine in the air.

I’m a hopeless romantic, I know.

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On day two of my trip to Paris, waking up at a decent hour felt so brutal that I was tempted to put off seeing The Louvre until another day. But the thought of getting to see such a huge collection of art eventually made me excited enough to get up and out into the fresh morning air.

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As I sat waiting in line to apply for my passport in February, I made a deal with myself. I had waited a long time to get this slim blue book with my photo in it — too long. So now that I was finally taking that step, I had better honor it and actually use it.

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I arrived in Paris this morning. I’m so excited to finally be experiencing this little solo adventure I cooked up only a few months ago!

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