City of Lights

For a self confessed lighting obsessed freak, I never thought I'd officially associate my love for the lights with a city. That is of course until I walked through Paris at Midnight.
There i was at Trocadero, staring down at the fully lighted Eiffel Tower, 3 minutes to midnight. Breathlessly awaiting the famous 5 minutes of every hour... the splendid thundering storm of twinkling lights dancing away from the metal rods into the dark night sky.

At the strike of midnight , the sky filled with the thundering applause and shouts of excitement from all the wandering souls that had travelled from all walks of life in the hopes of adding one more awe-worthy moment into their memoirs.

I found out that at that moment , every single worry I ever had seemed to fade into the background , and there I was laughing. And I could swear to you that I could FEEL the reflection of that tower's twinkling lights in my own eyes. My one coherent thought that was left was: My oh My, how pretty Paris is at Midnight.

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