Paris.

The heart of france. In every city, the sights and sounds are what others distinguish the city by, but for me, i get a feel of the city by its smells. I'll tell you what paris smells like. In every corner you turn, you will be greeted by a myriad of smells. Pain au chocolat and fresh crossiants from the nearby bakery, followed by stale urine when you pass by an underpass in the metro, the familiar kind of smell that i remembered from my old primary school. A colourful experience is the word to describe my stay in paris. Sun, rain, hail, gust, cold. All within a day. Rude awakening by a fat asshole who chose to sleep on the shaky bed frame as me. Entertainment by a string quartet in the metro station. Accordion artiste playing wonderful tunes on the metro. Eating plain baguette to keep hunger away. Climbing across restricted access to get pictures of the gloomy effiel. The adventure continues. To versaillie now.