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Paris, City of Romance.

I know it sounds a little crazy, after a whole day work, of standing and walking around and yet seating in front of the computer and about to start a post as I could have been comfortable lying on the bed and call it a day.

Well, to be able to answer that, I suppose I'm still overjoy on the contest that carried by our team over the exhibition. Oh yes, just for your information, I work in an exhibition company as part of the event team and my job is to held activities that would attract yet benefit the visitors.

With that information, I guess it is again answered on another statement of mine where I mentioned earlier why I have been standing and walking the whole day. I would reserved the work part for some other post, perhaps a poem on that ;), but for now let's just focus why of the sudden urge to come out a post at this late moment.

To put it simple, it is after all the overjoy contest that link me back to the sudden indulgent for one of my previous travel, to a land that claim by romance. Yup, if you have a clicked mind as I'm, Paris is the place that I'm talking about. Talking about the contest,  the gimmick of the contest is to ask couples to post in front of a poster Eiffel and then stand a chance to visit Paris.

Frankly speaking I used to think that TV had over fantasizing about Paris and I did seen it as nothing but another city, accept that it has a 'rusted' tower called Eiffel tower. The appreciation only appeared as I visited the city last Autumn. As I was cruising along the Seine river, by watching the sun set and the surrounded historical building in the old city of Paris, I finally realise what it means for Paris being label as a symbol of romance cause for that moment, I was hugged by nothing then romance.

I suppose, soon enough one of the lucky couple that win the trip would indulge in the same experience as I am, which also the reason to inspire me to come out this post for the very first place. But for time, maybe some pictures may have been just nice to do the talking.







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