Her streets, her boulevards, her unique perspectives.
Paris from above. Her gardens and her squares grow green, the Opera blushes, pigeons don their finest attire.
The map produces a pattern from the sky giving the journey a graphic aire,
while ornaments lace the city scape.

Paris, city of light. Her intersections shine with thousands of lights, monuments are no more than jewels.
Roofs are adorned with gold, they overlook velvety asphalt.
Domes form like crystals amongst the cobblestones. The path becomes jewel encrusted.

Paris, grey and chic. The Seine weaves like pearls.
The Eiffel tower, proud in her metallic dress, observes the sky like ribbons of cigarette smoke