Paris, je t'aime.

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast."
-Ernest Hemingway

The French know how to say their goodbyes.

It’s always à bientôt (see you soon), à demain (see you tomorrow), or the slightly more vague à plus tard (see you later). If you know when you’re seeing the person again, you specify it in the goodbye (“A cet après-midi!”). To take the most final of goodbyes, au revoir, literally, it translates to something along the lines of “’Til we meet again.”

There’s hope in these goodbyes, a linguistic proclivity to maintain a relationship. And so to Paris, this city that I love so much and I am leaving tomorrow: a most fervent au revoir. It’s been a wonder.