Maybe as fascinating as the city was to me, was my cousin Emilie. Ive been sitting here looking for adjectives to describe her. I cant quite find them. Here she wears orange heels, later she will change into red converse sneakers and look just as fabulous.
She talks to random people, like this man by the Pomidou who painted Obama in 7 minutes, upside down, from memory.
She notices all the little, random things in the city. She reads all the signs in the subway and takes pictures of advertisements of events she may want to attend.
We mostly got around the city on the Velib' bikes, which are for commuters. She knows the streets well, and was the perfect guide
Got her masters at Cambridge, and now teaches at a University in Paris. We loved learning about France from her.