Au bord de la Seine

Au bord da la Seine 1250392 BLOG

I was walking along the Seine on my last night in Paris when I heard the soft strumming of a guitar and laughter coming from the quay below. I paused for a moment to listen, and it was only then that I noticed the people and the soft lights across the river. Everything around me disappeared β€” the cars and klaxons, the chatter of the passersby β€” and I was overcome by a profound stillness. It’s because of moments like this that I will always return to Paris.

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