I’m sitting on top of the Montmartre hill. Behind me, the Basilica of the Sacred Heart shimmers with dazzling whiteness. And even from here I can see the Eiffel Tower glittering with lights, like a Christmas tree. Seeing Paris at night is a treat for the hedonist. I again pour wine into a paper cup and raise it in a welcoming gesture – “for acquaintance” with Paris. Well hello! I have a month to love you.
Romantic illusions do not last long. So this time, all my aspirations and dreams were shattered by the harsh reality. The city turned out to be earthly, typical and imperfect. And dangerously attractive at the same time.
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