The City of Lights (It's really the City of Love)

Paris, as my friend has duly noted, is really a place for people to fall in love. (No, I'm not falling in love with anyone) But everyone else seems to be! People are French kissing in the most random places; on the metro, in the middle of the sidewalk, at a dinner table, in the middle of the road, everywhere. I'm suddenly not shocked as I bump into a face-macking couple anymore.

Then there are the love-locks. Destructive, yes. Ridicules, maybe a little. But, love-y none the less.

Then there is just the magic of Paris. I can't put my finger on it, but even being such a hectic and fast-moving city, there will always be something new to discover and love. Then when there is someone with you, might as well fall in love with them too.

And my latest discovery, an "I love you" mural in Montmartre. Written in hundreds of languages is the simple yet powerful phrase. I had to take a picture to send to everyone I love because, well, they're not here with me.