When you were born in Marseille, you grew up in Marseille and we just arrived in Paris, you are supposed to feel down, the song of cicadas has become non-existant. On my modest person, I am convinced that if we could measure my level of happiness on a special scale, I would reach easily the category “Joy and gladness!” rather than named “Get Me Out of Here!”. Let it be said, therefore, I love Paris and the city, far from being prudish and withdrawn, pays it back very well. For a young journalist (and musician) like me who is inquisitive and a fan of beauty in all its forms, this city is not only the capital of France it is above all the capitale of trends . Paris has its daily ups and downs, every day, every night and one quickly realizes it simply by walking on the tarmac. For Hoosta Magazine I’ll trust you with the wanderings and discoveries of an exiled Marseille guy in Paris who wants to devour the adventure of life!
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