Paris is not to be rushed; it is meant to be taken in slowly without brevity and transience. Street-lamps flicker on the sidewalks like candles of a church and shadows dance in the alley ways like the girls of Moulin Rouge. A city that was once my home, I now feel lost in. My souls undresses in the eyes of this blue world. This Virgin Sky peering over the house of God to look at my naked eye.