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. 

COME TRAVEL WITH ME
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