Zhao Wei Note: Nowhere in Paris with me

I do not know how many people like me, closer to Paris in time, the more forget her childhood fantasies when I think of Paris, echoed from the ear is always melodious sound of the accordion and the left bank of the Seine plume morning fog. Paris is my childhood dream, but a little trance, it really has left her so close, close enough to breathe her breath.

 

 

World, will probably no longer a city like Paris, and whatever you grew up in that corner of the world, you can be familiar to Paris, no matter what you say is the kind of language, of Paris, you will never forget, you probably do not know big Ben and the Bridge of Sighs, but you must have heard of triumphal gateway to the Louvre, you probably do not know exactly where Fifth Avenue, but you will not mistake the position of the Champs Elysees; this is Paris, the world people are strange and familiar to her, this is Paris, you can resist her, but you definitely can not ignore her.