It is always very difficult to talk about things that are dear to me; even the most beautiful words seem to me trivial and meaningless. Sometimes, quite simply, I can not find words to describe something, because what will really be able to speak is the heart. This is so with regard to my trip to Paris. When someone asks me to tell Paris, with eyes almost filled with tears and with great emotion, I begin to tell. But no word can describe what the eyes see.
I think I'm lucky because I had the opportunity to see my dream come true. I have always wanted to visit Paris, to walk in the streets, to admire the architectural beauties, to meet new people, to see other mentalities, to listen to the music I was imbued with at school. I remember that I hummed the songs of Patricia Kaas, Lara Fabian, Dalida, Mireille Mathieu. French music has always brought me closer to France. As a child naive, I dreamed all my life to go to France and rarely I thought that this dream could materialize.
I heard stories about the city, I saw movies about Paris, I listened to songs about the city of light, the city of love, the city of the Eiffel Tower, I saw images. I knew all that, I knew where Paris was, I knew what I could see, I knew how to get there, I knew the names of the streets and places; but what a difference with all that I knew; nothing could be compared with reality.
I arrived in Paris on a beautiful spring day 2010, a day that will be forever printed in my heart. After a year, I try to pick up the pieces of my memories. It was the most beautiful spring of my life.
The city covers us with its energy, and we do not know where this positive energy comes from: people who are passing from the sky, works of art; but it is a fact that one feels all these things. I enjoy every day lived in Paris: every morning when I woke up, every coffee drank with a cake from the bakery, every person who smiles at me, every moment.
For everyone, Paris is unique, different. Simply, I fell in love. And again it's spring, and I dream of you, Paris!