My arrogant Paris

Paris, Paris, when you take him at face value, is an arrogant lover. But ignore Eiffel and all his monuments of vanity and you come upon a different Paris. Passionate, insatiable, forever discontented, and always longing to be loved. Like many of us, really.

Arrived Paris later than scheduled. It wasn't a good flight - cramp, nauseating, cold,... Or am I getting old and impatient?

Upon boarding the roissybus, I was biologically confused but I had to keep myself mentally awake to absorb everything, everything that surrounded me on, this, my second trip to Paris.

The minute the bus turned into the city, I lost the weariness. My Body shut up, my heart started beating, my mind churned.

Paris is indeed magical. It was made out of passion, with passion, and for the purpose of passion. It breathes love. Heaven has to look like this! Otherwise eternity won't be so attractive.

Got off the bus at the Opera Garniere. After the irritating burden of unloading luggages, I sat on the steps, gave out a subtle "whew" and looked up at the sky. It was grand. God really knows my need for drama...And he delivers :)