It was breath taking, the sights the sounds. Paris, I was here at last.
It took a while realize that I was really there. Each breath was foreign, but new. That was the first day in Paris.
It wasn't the Eiffel Tower or the other landmarks that I had come to see, no, it was to be in the small shops and the cafes. I don't drink coffee, but I do soak in the Paris sunshine.
Its suppose to be the same sun in the place I lived in, but the light that shines in Paris makes everything easier to see the truth of life and things.
Paris was everything I hoped it would be, I hope that Paris wasn't too disappointed that I had to get a few touristy pictures along the way.
I want to stay in Paris forever... and maybe I will. With My notebook and sketch book in a little cafe every morning at seven thirty, where I'm happy to wake up. To wake up in Paris.
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