The cool autumn air was invigorating. Somewhere in the distance the call of birds permeated the air. In reverie, I pondered the beauty of silence and simplicity, a treasure often buried amidst the thick layer of dust of our everyday lives.
Narrow village paths, lined with archaic facades and vibrant bouquets adorned the medieval walls straddled the river meandering through the picturesque town. Cobble stone streets, castles and cathedrals connected by passageways plunged one into the tales of ones childhood. I stood in a silent reverie; flamboyant characters such as Molière and D’Artagnan suddenly come to life.
It was late evening; the golden glow of lamps illuminated the archaic renaissance buildings. The stillness of the night was profound, like the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
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