Written Luv Letters

Two months, countless sunsets, and more trips to Ikea than I’d like to admit; that’s how my Monégasque Indian Summer began. Between lemon-scented days in Menton, psychic proposals in Èze, and sober nights at Jimmy’z, I somehow found myself calling the French Riviera home.

Three days, three castles, and one barking dog later, we finally made it back to our yellow house on the Côte d’Azur. This summer was less about luxury and more about laughter, routines, and feeling at home; barefoot puddle walks in St. Tropez, tacos gone wild, fireworks over Cannes, and a glimpse of my future life in France.

This is a letter to Lyon as an exchange student. Many fun and weird stories about school and trips that we took!