Paris in the spring, to Winnipeg still suffering from winter’s last blast… My last day in France was indeed spent in Paris, wandering around Montmartre and attending an open-air concert on the steps of an art gallery. After much rushing around (cleaning, packing, and the like) and not much sleep, my responsable accompanied me to the RER station. So began a long day of travel, from Sceaux, to Paris, to Montréal, to Toronto, and finally Winnipeg: where I arrived one week ago.
Seven and a half months in France that on some days felt like a lifetime; other days, it felt as though no time had passed at all. One week back in Canada and I feel as though I’d never left… but of course, whilst so much is the same, so much has changed too. There’s still more to say, more to tell. But for now, I’m just resting, adjusting, acclimatising… 
