The Feed

Paris greeted me not with the Eiffel Tower, but with crowded metros and chaotic streets. I felt out of place in my oversized tee among the effortless elegance around me. Yet, in between the rush, you softened me with croissants, whispered grandeur at Petit Palais, and overwhelmed me with Galerie Dior’s magic. Lost, tired, laughing near the Eiffel Tower, I realized Paris was never simple — messy yet magnificent, demanding yet unforgettable.

Milan moves slower than I’m used to — people walk like time is theirs. I’m still adjusting: learning public transport, surviving on vending machine espresso, and watching the sun set way past 8:30 p.m. The sky is clearer, the coffee is better, and strangers are kind without speaking a word I understand. I haven’t explored everything yet, but I’m here — and I’m hoping the city treats me good.