It's my last full day in Paris, I moved from dignified Versailles to divisive Goutte D'Or and ran around the city all day long. I feel like this is my place, what ever I see, whereever I go, things work out and coincidence has been on my side for almost everything. I might just pack my stuff and move here, sit above Rue des Poissonniers, use all my senses and watch the city's flow pass by. I hate to go.