My name is Jane, I am 19 years old, and I live in Paris, a city that became a part of my personality much earlier than I realized it. Paris is not just about Eiffel Tower postcards and the glitter of shop windows. For me, this is a city of morning coffee smells, fast footsteps of people on narrow streets, rare quiet courtyards, where you accidentally enter and feel as if the world has slowed down especially for you. Here I learn to listen to myself and understand what it means to be an adult.