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Paris and the Starving Artist
It seems to me that everyone has an expectation of what Paris should be, yet somehow it still exceeded the expectations of us all. Paris is like the essence of words, they can only takes us so far, but at most it can only encourage our imaginations to go farther. It leaves the mind to wander and to explore. It is a fantastical place that captures whatever dreams are made of. A place that entails what could have been and what can be. I cannot stress the perfection of the association between the starving artist and Paris. We are all starving artist when we arrive to Paris, yearning for life, experience and searching for the illustrious beauty of inspiration that has roamed the streets since the age of Van Gogh and Manet. And we do find it, because Paris does not fail its faithful followers and we experience, we live and we learn. When we leave we are changed, even if it is minimal we do. We change because by the time we leave, no matter how long our stay we realize that we are no longer the starving artist searching, we are the glorified artisan full with ideas and knowledge, with experiences filled to the brim. But Paris has cursed us, because all deals come with a price, it leaves us to yearn for more and that is the magic of Paris. It intoxicates us, brings us up like its own children, but leaves us to want more, until like all great artists we are left with nothing. It is because Paris is a fantasy, and like all fantastical places, staying a while is great but being there forever will never satisfy the soul.
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