PARIS by Patricia de Gorostarzu in 120 Polaroids.
Paris, here we come! That’s what people say in novels, poems, films and songs. Young Rastignacs, coming
from near or far, by RER or low-cost airline, have always dreamt of this city, firmly believing that...
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PARIS by Patricia de Gorostarzu in 120 Polaroids.
Paris, here we come! That’s what people say in novels, poems, films and songs. Young Rastignacs, coming
from near or far, by RER or low-cost airline, have always dreamt of this city, firmly believing that anything
is possible... Here we come! We have skinned our knees and scraped our hands; we have been enchanted;
We have drunk interminable cups of coffee to stretch out the few coins in our pockets; we have been girls,
women; we have been in love... Here we come! We have dropped coins into the pinball machines again,
rolled up our sleeves, clenched our fists, opened our arms, stretched out our hands, we have laughed and
cried, and we have been scarred sometimes, disappointed as well. And then we pulled away, turned our
backs… But when we come back, we say that’s it’s beautiful, that it’s worth it, that nothing is as great as it
is here, and we sigh and we’re ready to do it all over again…
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