Paris — called the land of my heart beat 2

Can't breath of the Church

The first step into the Catholic Church is in Portugal for the little town of MAYA, a kind of invisible oppression and sacred sense so I held their breath.

Then I will experience the power of Western belief.

Just like the Chinese must go to the temple, but also everywhere in the city of Paris.

The only difference is the Church and not as a temple-like building, mostly honeymoon on the water, but are suffering from church people very close proximity to our side. See those devout Catholics, to come to pray or to atone for the people of God, I suddenly discovered that people really need a belief.

Regardless of whether they are tourists many of Notre Dame Basilica, or in which they made me feel slight breathing will wake up Saints, profane the soul.

Out of the Church, now completely are two luxury world, noisy, clamorous, at this point it, and marvel at this great building noise effect.

Left that afternoon, the church saw this scene.

I and many of the young, is sitting on the stairs of the Church look streetscape, trance not far from the entrance of iron bar sat a woman begging Arab, very healthy. Now an old man to what she said, seems to be signed her to leave this holy place, their dialogue became a dispute and insulted. Carers to seek help helpless people within the Church, but to no avail, he in FE stop outside the corner full waiting nearly an hour looking for police. In fact, in Paris is rarely visible to police figure. Work pays off, and finally to a patrol car, after some explanation, fervor to help him off the begging of the woman. When carers and police dispersed, and she has returned to its usual place. Perhaps it is still not assured, carers before tens of minutes, he came back. This time their disputes more fierce, carers desperation only allows her to iron out the rotten, but resolutely begging cannot iron sitting in the rot. In fact, just a step away. The woman some rogue, still sit back. Fortunately, near police came again, the woman with the police, this old man is relieved to leave the Church.

I think that he must have been a very devout Christians.

Clinch and trance

In Shanghai, since the renovation of the Bund, rarely to see couples facing Huangpu blowing lover.

Although green building with one by one, seems to be a lover or there is no place to go, had to go dark cinema and coffee bar in that we all complain about the cost of love has high.

In Paris, everywhere is a trance and showing love.

Whether it is the river or the corner, is the church door or centerr that inadvertently will catch a glimpse of a happy couple warm Kiss, as sweet as input. Who saw that good hygiene.

Step up is a feature of European construction.

This goes into a trance of the best place to stroll tired, a corner you can find the seat down, or the Green lounge, or is the River stage. There are enthralled by sitting in some people, they just leisurely nothing sitting where I see pedestrians. Paris, the city is the one for the rest of the large garden, I want to Europeans must spend on we need into the Park are too!

This soil is most suitable for the growth of the arts, sunny afternoon, stroll in the River.

Young people with the flute, the leg down in the River, in the face of the flow of water, seagulls circled around him, which was his most loyal audience. Then go and see a young threes Jolly up in the hands of the guitar. Their presence does not have the room arrangement is reasonable than ever, it raises a number to the outskirts of Paris, take thought.

Hear the name "Fontainebleau", the first thought is of the same name as the article's prose.

Perhaps these four words are too perfect translation of Fontainebleau, the quiet little town and forest infinite longing. The day before departure will carefully study the routes and trips, however still in a good around the railway station and 45 minutes before we bought tickets to Fontainebleau on the collapse of the train. Very few people on the bus, mostly foreigners like us. Since snowflakes gradually drift out of the window, in the early spring also can see snow makes me not by some excitement. Snows harder, it seems this is the vehicle to the fairy tale castles, this time I train for the "Fontainebleau" also know nothing about, just follow this beautiful magic name.

To stand up, eyes did not show my imagination fairy tale castles, but only a deserted station.

Inquiries before that need to take the bus into town to be true. Start your own jokes really some naive and innocent. On the outskirts of weather than urban colder, because the relationship is Sunday, shuttle's interval is long, although the temperature low can, but quiet small town let me breathe a different air, no wonder Paris people like living in the countryside.

"Fontainebleau" French intent is beautiful Springs, because there is a fountain of Wang, whose clarity is surrounded by vast tracts of forest, Napoleon and many huangdidu like hunting here.

Nearby there is a large Fontainebleau forest, is Paris people hiking and picnicking in one of the best choices. No wonder in the back of the station to see a lot of old and young, small camping or ski back, and backpack are mostly "du Canon" Oh!!

Holding the camera, lazy in the history of the Kings in the Palace, it is said that hit was Napoleon's favorite place, must then be extremely gorgeous, nightlife! look around, quiet and elegant, a bit aged beauty.

(Notre Dame)