Ambling amongst orange and yellow painted leaves, my third time in this beautiful city, I felt a deep connection once again. A motivation, an inspiration flowing through the breeze and a sense of serenity amidst the overly active minds of the beings around me.  As around every corner, there is a new place to explore, a new shade of green and a new opportunity to unearth a part of yourself that may have been buried under your former roots of existence Aesthetically aged buildings fill the city, with their grey painted roofs and little chimneys, each expelling their own memoirs, conversations and alluring concealed whispers tangled in between wisps of smoke. It’s neutral tones of beige, green, monochromes and browns added to the simplicity of the city, along with the elegant style that fills every pathway.  The view of the city from Arc du Triomphe was something I never thought my eyes would be able to see. The mist that filled the skies made it even more magical to experience. The roads were framed with overgrown broccoli …