I just returned from my first Parisian party, where I discovered three things:
1) You have never really heard "Rock the Casbah" until you have heard French people singing along to "Rock the Casbah."
2) You know you don't go to Smith anymore when you go to a party and men are just there, voluntarily, hanging out, the music is American rap when it isn't "Rock the Casbah," and although your command of the language isn't perfect, you're pretty sure no one has used the word "hegemony" in the last hour.
3) The Metro runs until 2 a.m., and even if you live in the sleepiest part of the 13th arrondissement, you won't be the only one coming home on the Metro late at night.
Good to know.
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