Progress in Paris

My last trip to Paris – more than a decade ago – I found myself terrified of the café culture. I was completely alone with my inner demons and low self-image. I imagined the patrons seated outside, facing forward toward the street, to be looking at me with disdain. Watching to see if I would dare to enter. Sizing me up. Wondering if I had the gall to consider myself good enough to join them.

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