It is funny, despite the annoyances of living in France and having to deal with grouchy Parisians most of the time, the last few weeks before my departure was like I had just moved to Paris all over again. I started to notice all of the cutsey romantic things like the cafes, the beautiful buildings, the clothes...and I began to reminisce even before I had left.

The last day before leaving I got myself over to Musee d'Orsay to have a leisurely, but brief stroll around on the top floor with some of my favorite impressionists. These were the two paintings that I couldn't take my eyes off. It was as if France itself was saying goodbye to me.