it is said that paris is the city of love.
in this maze called life a place where people come to experience love.
to feel its presence in a walk or an ancient building or a piece of art.
to see it with their eyes.
to leave a trace of love behind.
to immortalize a piece of themselves.
some to defend it in this place where so many have loved and lost.
an artist might capture it on canvas.
perhaps a photograph.
i think this place allows people to see what was already there. inside of themselves.
its just that paris has a way of waking it up.