“Paris had been a place of inspiration for many generations of artists, poets, musicians.The heart of Paris beats in every street corner. The most mundane things become full of meaning if you have an attentive eye for the beauty that lays there, right in front of you.”
I wrote this in a letter to a friend long time ago! Paris used to be the most inspiring, enchanting place in the world. No more.
Carefree walks along the boulevards without having to worry about someone stealing your camera or your phone. No more.
Dining and walking back to your hotel through small alleys to capture that little detail in a Art Nouveau facade under the moon light without having to fear for your safety. No more.
Paris is no longer the place I used to love; the place I would go three, four times a year and that would make me feel the happiest woman alive. Now it is just a collection of old photographs, the memory of sights, smells and sounds and things that are there no more.