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I love coming home to my apartment in Paris. I love the way things look with the streetlights.

There is nothing like the feeling of coming home from a good night out with friends, especially with champagne and aperos and a understated elegant spot that you realize is beautiful almost only in passing.

But it’s more the feeling of passing from the chaleur humaine to the warm glow of the lights, and so happy to say I am coming home, in Paris.

This may be the most magical feeling I know in Paris.