La Ville de L'amour

Nostalgic thoughts of an unforgettable summer.

If you've ever been to Paris, you know the second you arrive it's like being high, a kaleidoscope of colors and people and beauty. The sky has a tint like a perpetual winter breeze envelops it, the voices all melodic are like never ending symphonies, and you feel as though you've fallen down the rabbit hole. Paris is magic, Paris is intoxicating, but most of all Paris is love, not the city of love or lights, but love itself. You see love in every corner, the architecture, the art, the food, the people, they exude love. They are the epitome of love. The inky contrast of the night sky against the golden wonder of la tour Eiffel. Mmm, oh the magnificence of the Louvre's masterpieces. There's nothing specific about Paris that makes it a dream, it simply casts it's spell eternally so that if you go you never truly leave.