And so in reflecting on these past few months, the words of Ngozi to Camus, Achebe to Beauvoir have become a sort of refuge. I remember reading of the intersection of Black identity exploration and art in Paris. From Baker to Hov, Bey, and Ye, Paris is known to be (in some ways) a liberation of Black self-expression and art.

Visit to Sacre Coeur, thrift shopping in the city of love, a new pair of doc martens and some hot chocolate from Carette !