A dream. There's always a place we seek within ourselves whenever we need to get away. Mine is Paris.

The city of lights made me believe in dreams again.

 

As we were sitting at a pizza restaurant in front of the Eiffel Tower, we were astonished by the kindness of tourists and Parisians. When I say that everyone talks to everyone, I mean that everyone talks to everyone.

In Montmartre we were enchanted by the beautiful view and completely mesmerazed, again, by the kindness of people. An Italian man, older than my father, sat across from us at a crepés place and was talking about everything from French politics to why there was so many Italians in France. He was a painter and had lived in Paris for more than twenty years. When he had finished chatting, he went his way and we went ours. This happened all around Paris, people chat and then everyone keeps going with their days.

 

A few weeks ago the same thing happened to us when we were at a - believe it or not - pizza restaurant in Lilla torg. A Canadian couple started chatting with us about life, heritage and how to give tips. It made my day.

 

You see, the Canadians we met on the train to Versailles, the Italians at Montmartre and the couple in Lilla torg all have one thing in common - kindness. It doesn't take much effort to smile to people, or to greet the person next to you on the bus. Because if we're not kind towards other people, how do we expect to be treated with kindness?

 

Paris made me see the best in people, and it brought out the best in me. That's why I fell in love with it.

Bisou bisou,

Laila