There’s something strange in the neighborhood

by jemma margaret

 

The simple things in life are not so simple in Paris. On the downside, you might spend six weeks and a couple soles of shoes trying to open a bank account (take my money! make interest on it!). On the upside, if these seemingly menial tasks are ever successfully accomplished you will feel like a million bucks (unfortunately, not my bank balance.) And if your next door bank happens to be running a bizarre ghostbusters themed ad, why, all the better.

 

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