I used to be fascinated by the beautiful pictures of Paris splattering around magazines,newspapers and websites. Pretty streets.Pretty houses.Pretty shophouses.Pretty people.And “pretty” is the word I would used to sum up this city of lights which dazzled millions of people around the world.
Underneath this pretty picture of Paris is a place stuffed with cafes,pubs and resturants which reeked of cigarettes smoked by thousands of immigrants from countries across the five continents. In comparision with the Paris I last saw two years ago, there are definitely more foreigners flooding into Paris.Ten years later, the ancient buildings like the Lourve museum with marvelous european-styled architecture remains along with the famous landmarks in Paris.There could be something missing. A gap.Could there be an emptiness in the Parisien way of living? Do Parisiens share the same sentiments?