It is the winter that somehow makes this city even more magical. I find something less touristic about cold, wet, winter night walks and crossing bridges in windy days. The scenery of less crowded streets is really making you imagine of times long past, of elegant ladies under umbrellas held by gentlemen, or Parisian cafes filled with delicacies and of carriages strolling around and local sellers exposing their goods near the Seine river. A city with history still visible all around, art in every corner, style all over, clean facades, delicate balcony railings, carefully trimmed trees, magically expanded around the Seine’s liveliness, and oh! these beautiful French ladies of color! Some serious girl crushes. It is almost a year now since I visited Paris for my birthday (last January) and I am still holding its essence in my soul. Until we meet again…