I got stuck in a Paris Metro turnstile last week. I don’t mean, like, for a half second and then it was over; I mean my entire body got wedged in with my suitcases in a way that even the most skilled contortionist could not have wriggled their way out of. As I panicked about having my own personal 127 Hours at Lamarck-Caulaincort, a kind French woman ca…
In pursuit of discomfort
Lessons from the only girl who has ever done a Euro summer!!!
