I arrived in Paris, France yesterday. I’ll be working out of here for a while. I’ve hesitated about whether I should write about my experiences as a Black woman living in Paris. I’ve been playing around with this idea in my head for the last few hours. It’s 5 am here and the city is waking up, I can hear a delivery truck r…
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