60 Reasons to Miss Paris

1. Pâté
2. Orangina
3. Nutella crèpes on the street
4. 40 centime coffee machines
5. Madeleine cookies
6. "formule fixe" dinners
7. Notre Dame de Paris
8. Haussmannian architecture
9. Boulevards
10. 80 centime baguettes
11. 1 euro croissants
12. 400 types of government cheeses
13. fast/awesome metro
14. walkable distances
15. bathroom "rooms" rather than stalls (thus, no awkward noises)
16. fresh fruit stands
17. Concorde metro stop
18. Jardin de Tuileries in the summer/fall
19. Assemblée Nationale metro stop
20. Musée d'Orsay
21. Centre Pompidou
22. Movie theatres that play old movies
23. Graffiti in the Latin Quarter
24. Hookah in the bastille 25. Thé à la menthe
26. Beaujolais wine for 2 euro 27. The lack of a drinking age
28. "General Alimentation" stores that are open late
29. Cote d'Or chocolates with hazelnuts
30. Parisian fashion
31. Christmas lights on the Champs-Elysees
32. Social Club
33. Keffiyehs
34. Accordion street/subway music
35. Parisian politesse
36. Gridlined notebooks
37. The taste of European coke (sugar instead of corn syrup!)
38. Tips/taxes included in the price of everything
39. Calm "European" lifestyle (35 hrs of work a week max)
40. Proximity to and ability to travel at will
41. The night bus, which goes EVERYwhere if you can figure it out
42. Swigging alcohol on the street with the boys
43. The Reid Hall campus, and Yoki the black cat
44. Da boys: Nate/Will/Jon/Sam
45. Hippo Tuesdays with Karen and Vanessa
46. The incredible collection of books in my homestay
47. The Eiffel Tower (of course)
48. Affiches (posters) of all plays showing in the metro stops
49. I.M.Pei's Louvre pyramids
50. Millions of art exhibits!
51. Concerts ALL THE TIME
52. Ability to download music with ease
53. Free "continental" breakfast every day
54. The "moustache poetique" stickers on subway posters
55. Foie gras, or at least the ability to get it (sigh, Chicago...)
56. Livres de Poche
57. Old ladies in berets
58. The Palais de Tokyo
59. My wonderful Paris in Context class
60. Seeing the Sacre Coeur every time I walk up Pigalle