Walking along well trodden paths, I paused to admire the facades of Vieux Lyon, worn yet beautiful to behold
“I paused to admire the facades of Vieux Lyon…”
Tag: France
“The stillness of the night was as profound as the smell of winter rainfall”
Walking along the deserted street, my muffled footsteps permeated the silence with striking clarity. The glow of lamps cast illuminated the cobblestone pathway and archaic buildings. The stillness of the night was as profound as the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
“In the stillness of the night I dared to pause…”
In the stillness of the night I dared to pause and experience a moment of beauty
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