Paris : A Walk in the City of Light
I am gazing out of the window at old farm-houses nestled along the fields of a rustic countryside but the train begins to move too fast and the views from the windows gradually become one mass of blurry colours .
Perhaps it's just my tired eyes, still heavy with sleep - it was still dark this morning when we woke up to catch the train from London. As with most early mornings , I am in a quiet and reflective mood , I am thinking about how long I have waited to see this place.
I start to think of my childhood friend who, after spending the summer holidays visiting Europe with her family, had returned home with a new and strange accent, and stacks of pictures revealing their exciting adventures overseas.
Browsing through those pictures I was immediately drawn to the lush gardens and dreamy palaces of a city they nicknamed the ' City of Light ' . I thought of how lovely and fragrant the streets and avenues of that city must be, lined with their endless rows of pink cherry blossom trees - it was the kind of place where only magical things happen.
Jolted by the hissing sound of the train wheels as they slowly come to a stop , I smile and glance over to my husband as he gently squeezes my hand to signal that we have arrived at our destination.
Stepping off the train my heart suddenly does a little flip as we walk into the cool morning air , ready to begin our day-trip in Paris. The City of Light .. we meet at last!
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