about the one who is not paris

if not paris, then who? it is she who stares at long green plants, wears a nightgown over her shoulder, reads harry potter, admires colourful paintings, cannot warm up to either mozart symphonies or italian opera, grows irises, can say a few words in greek, has lived on the beaches in toronto, likes the centre pompidou in paris, insists that waiters know how to boil water.