There is a moment in your story when you can pinpoint the exact time you fell in love, be it with a place or a person. I had just left a casting where I had, again, been humiliatingly rejected in front of 20 of my peers. I was a young Irish woman, and I was here, realizing a dream and living in the most beautiful city in the world. My parallel love story — the one with my Irish boyfriend — was solidified one night with a dreamy kiss outside the Panthéon. It’s true, you never forget your first love, and, for me, that will always be Paris.

Source: New York Times October 03, 2017 17:14 UTC