[13.06.1920, Paris] For you, Paris has never been as magnificent as before, perhaps because it is through the eyes of someone who sees beauty in everything, or perhaps because the capital is exactly what they say it is,magnifique!. You walked along the sidewalks, observing everything with curiosity, running around the posts until you bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry." He lets go and then you realize that like you, he wasn't from the city itself. I see him look up at me and his eyes shine.