For me, personally, I was most fascinated with each city's sense of style. Milan's vibrant, well-tailored brilliance to Lyon's subtle trendiness and finally Paris's deep, rich, grunge infused "devil may care" attitude. Tre chic. It was a struggle, really, for those of us who like to dress for each occasion to keep up with the ever changing euro styles. The first day in Milan I remember seeing sharp man after sharp man walking the streets (or cycling) then looking at Ivvan and saying to each other "we need to go shopping". And just when I thought I figured out the the euro-fashion equation, we stroll into Paris only to find that our new Milano blazers were no match for their rock n roll leather jackets. Off to the shops we went again. I could go on for days but I'll spare you the pain and stick to one key lesson I learned. The world is ever expanding and sometimes you think you've made a place for yourself when really you can travel across the globe and find there's a perfect slot, tailored to you and waiting for you to find it.
I found mine, and I can't wait to fill it.
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