We arrived in Paris on July 7th. It was the night of the big Soccer game.
I, of course, was not there to see the game, but somehow this was still the highlight of the short time I spent there.
I grew up in a very small town. Where I live everyone knows everyone and the community is very tight.
Growing up I could only dream of big cities like Paris. I could only imagine the stories that took place in these major cities and the tales that were inspired by them.
Now, thinking back to Paris, there is one memory that is forever going to make my heart sigh.
It is the lively sound of Paris rising through the open balcony door. It is the shouting and the laughing and the singing, keeping me awake till early in the morning. I hear the car horns blasting, I hear the cheering, I see the lights through the breezy hotel curtains.
I hear the entire city of Paris coming together to celebrate their victory.
Who said big cities could not have community spirit when there's so much more spirit to be had?
"A walk through Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty,and in the point of life." ~Thomas Jefferson