An Interactive Twilight Experience.
It is no secret that Paris holds a special place in my heart and as much as I love Denali and Forks, in my heart... I will always think of it as home. And as the afternoon grows late and the lights of the city begin to twinkle, I know of no other city where the light turns pink as it does in Paris.
It is the cobbled back streets that are my very favourite, the tiny cafe's where the tourists seek to find the real Paris, the aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee... but where you will still find a romantic soul playing La Vie En Rose. So many songs provoke memories for all of us, the good and the bad... I cannot listen to La Vie En Rose without thinking of all the times Eleazar and I have walked hand in hand along the Seine, there are words within this song that resonate so much as I'm sure they do for others.
Voila le portrait, sans retouche, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens
- This is the portrait, without retouching, the man whom I belong
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
- When he takes me in his arms
Il me parle tout bas
- He speaks to me softly
Il me dit des mots d'mour
- He utters words of love to me
I cannot put into words the true depths of what Paris means to me... but if you allow it in, it will fill up your heart.