Paris free mind

Paris free mind

Walking in the Champs Elysees Avenue, Sunshine kalischer squishy through leaves the hourglass on my face.

By countless block paving stones into road faces forward extension of the endless, Frances-white-red flag flying in the breeze. The air is filled with music, sculpture, perfumes, fashion, romance and luxury, gently breath, it seems that everything has been unwittingly through every inch of your skin into the soul.

Hanging out in the streets of Paris, regardless of any corner will inadvertently seen a small bar, it is irresponsible to lean on mounted on the side of the Chair, a small cup of coffee or a glass of red wine are randomly placed in a table.

There is a person, quietly, sitting there watching people passing by from time to time; sometimes a couple eyes tenderness, just across the River, hands, gently to titillate the lovers through your hair, hands and all the rooms are full of love. Time for a life in Paris seems to have lost any meaning. Enjoy life, touching lives quietly alone rationalisation has hair impatient mood. Walking in Paris, you will never feel lonely ...

Quiet road edges, a statue sculpture stands silently, a trickle down it poured down, falling down, the water flow through the place have unknowingly left a trail of history.

A turn and inadvertently, discovered a second handicrafts market. The narrow streets on both sides, with works of art from around the world, China, India, Redwood, France of tapestries of the surface was a silver knife and fork, precipitating the accumulation of history. No noisy peddlers, the only French language presents echoes in all around.

The Louvre, the surface was a historical rarity to bloom.

The white marble sculpture in the same color of the background color is pure, in a more leisurely. Mona Lisa is always to showcase her mysterious and a charming smile, it's all confused, guessing at that time had become so pale and meaningless; victory goddess, extended wings, in the open halls of the soul of the people in a deep shock; while Venus is quiet, stand alone, women's soft body line is vividly portrayed. Tired in a window next to, against the wall and have a look through the glass, which is far to see the sunlight of Évora Eiffel, ancient buildings scattered throughout the city.

Subway car, from time to time was filled with rich French taste of music.

Occasionally see a man in the accordion, more pale face, eyes even more clear, soft. Close your eyes, relax, accompanied by the constant impact sound of Rails, it seems that man has drunk ...

In the evening, take a boat along the River gently stopper, Baroque-style building in the Sun on a subtle Golden luster.

Both sides of the River, lovers of seemingly unrelated interdependently, or walk hand in hand. Bench, shade, leaving them warm and sweet shadow ...

According to the ship, Breeze caresses too streaked hair, who had swept through the heart of the past, the faint smile may everything forever.