Porte-clé Paris 13-11-2015

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Lost and alone on a cold and drizzly evening in November, I stand before a small apartment building, clutching the key in my trembling hand as if it were a lifeline. It's November 13th, 2015, and I'm finally arriving in Paris after what feels like an eternity of waiting. As I take a deep breath and step inside, the creaky elevator seems to groan beneath me, like a sigh of welcome from a tired soul.