The start of something wonderful
In March 2012, I went to Paris for the first time in my life. Looking back, I find it hard to believe that it took me so long to visit Paris, especially considering my passion for France and all things French... Nevertheless, the first time I visited Paris was on a school trip with the Art department in my sixth form college. We travelled sa pamamagitan ng train to London and then took the Eurostar to Paris and stayed for a long weekend. We visited all the main sights and spent a lot of time looking at artwork in galleries; it was an art trip, after all. We went to the Sacré-Cœur on our last morning in Paris and I distinctly remember how I felt when I was sitting in my own bedroom at tahanan that afternoon.
Paris felt like a dream. It didn't seem real that I was at the Sacré-Cœur that morning and then at tahanan in Warwickshire only a few hours later. Though I know I walked through some streets that smelled of urine, saw old women begging in the kalye and was harassed sa pamamagitan ng men trying to sell me cheap souvenirs, all of the bad memories had drifted away... I was left with memories of the fun I had exploring the city with my friends, the captivating image of the Eiffel Tower at night and the beauty of each and every building. My vision of Paris was one of perfection.
I was in pag-ibig – it's as simple as that. And, only a fortnight later, I was lucky enough to return to the city that had captured my heart! sa pamamagitan ng chance, there was another Paris trip running in my school: the French department's yearly trip to France which was for the younger students in the main school body to practice the French they had learnt. In nakaraan years, the French trip had gone to Normandy, but I was always madami interested in going to Valencia with the Spanish department. But last year, the department decided to go to Paris. Being the only sixth former studying French, I was asked months before if I wanted to go, but I declined because the art trip was with my mga kaibigan from sixth form and the French trip might have clashed with my summer exams. However, my exams had finished and a spot opened up on the French trip at the last minuto due to someone cancelling. So off I went to Paris again and my pag-ibig affair continued!
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In March 2012, I went to Paris for the first time in my life. Looking back, I find it hard to believe that it took me so long to visit Paris, especially considering my passion for France and all things French... Nevertheless, the first time I visited Paris was on a school trip with the Art department in my sixth form college. We travelled sa pamamagitan ng train to London and then took the Eurostar to Paris and stayed for a long weekend. We visited all the main sights and spent a lot of time looking at artwork in galleries; it was an art trip, after all. We went to the Sacré-Cœur on our last morning in Paris and I distinctly remember how I felt when I was sitting in my own bedroom at tahanan that afternoon.
Paris felt like a dream. It didn't seem real that I was at the Sacré-Cœur that morning and then at tahanan in Warwickshire only a few hours later. Though I know I walked through some streets that smelled of urine, saw old women begging in the kalye and was harassed sa pamamagitan ng men trying to sell me cheap souvenirs, all of the bad memories had drifted away... I was left with memories of the fun I had exploring the city with my friends, the captivating image of the Eiffel Tower at night and the beauty of each and every building. My vision of Paris was one of perfection.
I was in pag-ibig – it's as simple as that. And, only a fortnight later, I was lucky enough to return to the city that had captured my heart! sa pamamagitan ng chance, there was another Paris trip running in my school: the French department's yearly trip to France which was for the younger students in the main school body to practice the French they had learnt. In nakaraan years, the French trip had gone to Normandy, but I was always madami interested in going to Valencia with the Spanish department. But last year, the department decided to go to Paris. Being the only sixth former studying French, I was asked months before if I wanted to go, but I declined because the art trip was with my mga kaibigan from sixth form and the French trip might have clashed with my summer exams. However, my exams had finished and a spot opened up on the French trip at the last minuto due to someone cancelling. So off I went to Paris again and my pag-ibig affair continued!
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