Paris- Between Shadows and Whispers

Paris is not seen — it is heard.
Heard in the murmurs of cafés,
in footsteps crossing the Seine,
in the quiet mist that softens the morning air.

Each street holds a secret,
each bridge keeps a memory,
each gesture carries a story barely revealed.

In these images, the city breathes slowly,
as if time were a gentle conversation
between light and stone.

Paris is not captured.
It is remembered.