So, I have this thing. I’m sure a lot of you have the same thing as well. It’s that, there are certain scents and sounds that I associate with certain cities, and Paris is no stranger to that. My nostalgia is linked with audio and smell rather than anything else. So even if I can unravel a mental map of Paris, I’m more likely to remember it based on its sounds and how it tickled my nose. The only problem is conveying my feelings to you on paper. Paris cannot be caught with its essence of scent and sound in a blog. I can, unfortunately, only give you visual indications…