The beginning of this post might seem boring, but I hope you’ll read to the very end….
The Fashion Museum
Je m’appelle Fleur!
The Black and White has made it’s return. (This photo was actually not filtered).
Looking down from le Sacre-Coeur.
I don’t know why but looking through these railings actually created a really nice photo.
B & W Architecture.
The art is absolutely amazing.
A portrait of me.
Another street in Paris.
The Eiffel Tower.
The Symbol of Paris in all that enchanting dazzling light.
An interesting angle which I really enjoy.
Don’t you dare think I forgot my Black and White photos.
Going up the lift.
Looking down on this beautiful city and wishing that I had more time as this was my last night in Paris.
The glass floor was fogged up due to the rain.
With my no. 1 twin
Paris, you’re a beautiful city and I would miss you with all my heart.
Paris is always called the ‘city of love’ but in my opinion it’s not. It’s the city of emotion. There’s so much to see and so much to do, with so much expression in all those different forms of art. The mixture of the new and old coming together in this wonderful place is something that I believe everyone should experience in his or her lives. There’s so many tourists from around the world speaking their languages around you and suddenly you realize how tiny of a human being you are compared to this great world. A world with an abundance of people who just as talented and worth as much as you are. And at that moment, somehow you feel at whole in this magical night. When I was surrounded by time and looking down from that Eiffel tower, I had an overwhelming sense of sonder. It was easy to forget my rushed life in Hong Kong in that split second and just live in that moment and forever remember this enchanting dream.