#epilogue I had a blast these 100 days. I doubted so many times I will not be able to finish, to get to that day 100. So many memories, so many emotions, so many people. Some of the people I mentioned here, got back in touch with me. Some people wrote me they cried when they read some of my scribbles. Some people used ##100daysofparis as a pick up line #really . I am very happy all this resonated somehow. It made my heart beat. I am very grateful for all the support, suggestions and corrections. If anybody has an idea how and what should I do with all this material I will be very happy to hear your thoughts. And yes, the next three years of my life in Paris got even better, but I'll talk about that in some other project. Until the next time! <3 Merci Paris. Merci all of you!
*my friend Antoine, who I met years later in Paris, has the word PANAME tattooed all over himself. Paname is Paris. It's a colloquial term. L'argot (slang). I searched far and wide to find why Paris is called like that. Apparently all the men at the beginning of 20th century brought and wore in Paris Paname hats from Paname. Where the canal was made at the time. That hat got super popular. Honestly, I need a better explanation.












