For a long time, I felt like nothing could compare or be better than a New York City summer. There would be no city as electrifying, the pulse of no other city could match up to the beat of New York's, and the pace never outmatched. As a result even after seven years of living in Paris, I always craved a New York City summer until this summer. The coronavirus curtailed my usual summer of traveling,  which led me to lean into French summers, and while different from New York City summers, gave me a newfound appreciation for l'èté a la français. 

Meal made: salade niçoise