Rolling Grace

It has been more than a year since I was in Paris, yet I could never forget how it felt like when I took my first step onto the French soils. I was really eager to share the experience with my readers, but I was concerned that I was not able to fitly convey in words the grandeur and splendor of this city. You see, Paris is the city of art, and it's almost illegitimate if I do not give it the full glory it deserves. Read also:  Aéro Club Paul Tissandier, France Paris: The City of Art Delving into an entirely different culture and way of life can sometimes be a little harrowing. Growing up in Asia my whole life, the Western world is undoubtedly very foreign to me. This unfamiliarity has made my travel experience strikingly contrasting with the rest, because I did not have the slightest knowledge of what to expect, nor was I able to find a single likeness in the language and customs in this part of the world. Paris: The City of Art The Parisian streets at twilight Cruising alon