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.
这些海外人士的故事开始听起来令人厌倦
相似,巴黎人也显得
那么友好——或者, 至少我注意到, 一天之中多次,我永远都无法完全融入的种种方式。