Secrets of My Nomadic Heart

I arrived in Paris with exuberance. Paris, the city of "love". The receptionist at my hotel was a young french man. When I enquired about my room and requested to change to a smaller room so that it might be cheaper, he gave me an interesting solution.

"If the room is too big for you, you could invite me, huh? What are you, a single girl, doing alone in Paris?! How would you keep yourself entertained?" Then he continued, "In France, it is our duty to be your guide in this instance." He smiled.

I pretended I didn't understand French, smiled, took the keys and checked into my room. Half an hour later, I felt more and more uncomfortable and indignant that I went back to the reception to "sort him out".

He was very careful and respectable the next day. =)



















The young in Paris....