I come from the most beautiful city in the world. Where the women are fatale, the men charming, the wine sweet, the language soft as velvet. Yes, I do miss sometimes the bridges along the Seine or the pigeons of Montmartre. Yet, I've chosen exile in rainy London, where l can lose myself in the anonymous grey streets. London took me in its arms, when I first arrived, alone and downcast. It might not be the City of Lights, but it is the lighthouse that guided me to safety. London is where home is and I love it for it.