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Couscous royale
How to discover new worlds
This is the story of my first encounter with Arab cuisine.
While I had the chance to study ballet in Paris, Iana copied all her notices from our archeology lectures, which I missed in my hometown. Back then, Xerox had just started, and it was costly and not enduring, so she wrote everything with the help of the double-sided tracing paper. She even sent me all those copies to Paris so I could learn all through and finish the year with my classmates.
I was so thankful to her that I invited her to visit me in Paris and spend some time exploring the city and its museums. I was thrilled she accepted my invitation and wanted to show her around. I planned our visits with the subway and made a list of museums we should visit, but she surprised me.
I was just about to explain the subway system when she pulled out of her small bag a precious book and commented:
“We will not use the subway! We will explore Paris by foot.”
I was shocked, but ultimately, I accepted her leading role.
“Here are nine suggested routes, and we will follow one after the other.”
I was very thankful she made me explore the city, which I misbelieved to know like my pocket. She showed me my metropolis and made me understand that it is possible to…
