Ernest Hemingway once said of Paris that if you are lucky enough to have lived here as a young man or woman, it would stay with you for the rest of your life no matter where you went – for Paris is a moveable feast. These words resonate with me strongly as I sit here, attempting to recollect my thoughts and experiences from my month (already!) in Paris. I am not a European. I live and study in Canada, but I chose Paris because I always thought my education would be incomplete without some form of cultural exchange. It was…