Ellen Kountz
Paris, France
Summer 1991: Arrival as an exchange student. I was smitten with Paris, and Paris loved me back.
Promised deadlines to return home came and went, and I decided to round out the school year here because I just had not gotten enough of Paris. About 30 of us study abroad students took possession of our quarters at what remains in my eyes one of the most charming places in Paris – Reid Hall, in the 6th arrondissement. I took my linguistics and phonetics classes to heart. It felt weird that my strong American accent made French people wince, or giggle. To this day, my accent still does.