I may not be a real Parisienne (or even French by any stretch of the imagination) but I’ve found that when you move to a new city sometimes you make more of an effort to explore than the locals do. I guess it has something to do with the fact that when you’re an outsider you really go out of your way to make the city your home. It’s the little things like befriending the barista at the cafe down the street and having the same order at the local boulangerie that can help you feel as though you’re part of the community. And even though we no longer live in Paris, it will always feel like one (of my many) second homes.