It all went so fast. One moment, I was humming Dua Lipa’s song “Physical” on the Paris subway, and the next, I was frantically searching through my handbag to find my subway ticket receipt. For those of you who may not know, I’m a Black woman who moved to Paris three months ago for work. I’ve had mixed feelings about my experience here. Most unnerving h…
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