Paris.

I have claimed myself to be not very romantic person, but to be very very honest, I am. Maybe not so much how I act, I'd rather hide it in myself, but the the things I like - beauty, candlelight, harmony and so on.
Well, I never thought of visiting Paris, because everybody did it. There are people talking bad things about this city - dirty, full of coloured people trying to sell you things and so on; and there are people, who just adore this civilisation by the river Seine. I used to agree, without having any experience, with the first group, it seemed to be more realistic. Yeah, but the moon has two sides, and maybe because of nature of mine.... or more likely, God's way to provide me with surprises time to times, I saw the bright side and became to like it more than I expected.
I was very lucky to meet a nice Parisian guy on my pilgrimage through South- France. In the end of my pilgrimage he showed me a lot of Paris and was also very kind to host me and my friend Ly, when I returned to the great city second time this autumn. He and some other French I met in springtime have disproved the common way of thinking how French are. Maybe, and probably it was the bright side I came to know, but from their tactful behaviour and politeness I have much to learn.
Well, Paris, I hope, if God allows and we live, to see you some more times.