This is a story about all the clichés of Paris.
Everyone calls this city the city of love and romance, it seems to the whole world think that sakura blossoms here every day and everyone wears berets, but I see love in Paris in a completely different way, like a lady dancing with roses and falling under their covers.
Everyone knows and loves this city for the great artists and artists who lived at Montmartre. This period seems so romantic and poetic, but I see it as the life of an artist and his creations, which are symbolized by bread. The artist admires his creation, escapes from the complex world into creating his creations and engages in self-criticism when his talent is invaluable.
This city, well known because of the Eiffel Tower, people travel to Paris to take a look at it and sometimes it seems to me that the whole city image and its economics are built around the tower and its spectators.
If you’ve ever been to Paris, you know that the best croissants, baguettes and bread are in France. I liked to watch how stylish Frenchmen walk through the streets of the city with armfuls of bread. I was wondering how’s it possible to eat bread and stay skinny, in my world bread was forbidden)
I hope you’ll enjoy my story and feel a little bit closer to the city of wanderful cliches.
by Maria Kryvobok.