I’ve been talking a lot recently to people about my favorite DC coffee spots. Luckily we have some really good ones: The Coffee Bar, Dolcezza, Blind Dog Cafe, Filter, Big Bear Cafe. I’d happily spend a few hours at any of these, reading, chatting with a friend, and enjoying a great cup. But because of all this coffee talk, I also have been reminded recently of the cafés in Paris I used to visit. The ones down tiny curved streets that my friends and I would discover between classes. The ones where I learned to sip espresso and like it (and not just only because it was the cheapest option). The café near my homestay apartment that I could frequent a few times a week, pretend I’m a regular and not feel so far away from home. Ok, allons-y!