Credits to my small eyes that have worked overtime & taken in so much of beauty!
France: Heading to Cannes from Nice
I wouldn't have named Nice as Nice, for the word is demeaning to its understated beauty. Its a holiday in itself to even work in the Mediterranean climate. I see the clearest aqua washing the pebbled shore on the French Riviera, where nude & burnt things (chuckle) i mean people, are lazing & tanning.
The Cannes Film theatre is not as big as i expected. I walk its stairs to experience how it feels to be in a starlet's shoes... oops heels! I feel the rush with every step, the red carpet where dreams have come true! I turn around & imagining the bevy of photographers & flashlights, I give a million dollar smile... Few moments of thrill...
...time for reality to strike & descend
Heading to Monaco(2nd smallest country after Vatican)
Heading to Monte-Carlo
I smile at the inverted pyramid when I recall Dan brown’s fictitious belief of what lies beneath it!
Everyone ignores the priceless art in the alleys while heading for the Monalisa, for she’s the star of the Louvre… moreover, it takes only a min to be lost in the Louvre & hours to be found! Finally… we meet her! Her eyes follow me! She’s the only one smiling in the room, for everyone else is stoned in awe! So we take in the marvel & run to see Rembrandts & Rodins. Walking is out of question!
Heading to the Eiffel tower which appears to spy on me from every corner of Paris
For I had forgotten I had a face that people know as Shyan, forgotten I had lived 18yrs of life, forgotten the people united from all over the world around me, forgotten I was this timid somebody in Paris, forgotten I was away from home.
Suddenly nothing in life was important! I was seeing the world from the top! I could feel him looking at me from the clouds! It was a realization! I didn’t have to tell anybody, it was a secret between us...