The stories of the expats began to sound wearyingly similar, the Parisians to seem unfriendly – or, at least, I noticed, several times a day, the myriad ways in which I would never quite fit in.

外籍人士的故事开始听起来令人厌倦地相似，巴黎人似乎不友好——或者，至少，我注意到，每天几次，我永远无法完全融入其中的无数方式。