A dream …and I lived it — My very own ‘Emily in Paris’ moments. ❤️💫

Paris feels like music.

Sunlight spills across rooftops, flowers lean over balconies. The air smells of bread, coffee,and rain on cobblestones.

Magic lives here — Not just in monuments, or the Eiffel Tower at twilight, but also in cafes spilling onto sidewalks, cups clinking, conversations floating like music.

The Seine hums softly, telling stories of lovers and dreamers. Bridges become stages where music drifts like secrets.

Paris is elegance.

Galeries Lafayette glitters like a jewel, Rue Saint-Honore whispers couture dreams.

Shopping here feels a ritual – a little dance with glamour, a moment to channel the inner ‘Emily’ and to pretend that you lived here too.☺️

Then night arrives.

The Eiffel Tower shimmers — a thousand stars falling onto the Seine. The city holds its breath, watching it sparkle.

And, somewhere in Montmartre, the golden windmill of the Moulin Rouge spins and as the curtains rose, the room glows with velvet, red and the rainbow of colours and lights.

The performers bring Paris to life with their costumes and energy, the music swells, and champagne glasses clinked.

It felt like stepping into a living postcard —bold, beautiful, a little wild — the Paris of dreams.

Even when you leave, Paris stays.

In sunlight on a roof, in the smell of bread, in the memory of streets that felt alive.

Paris gives you its magic. And I am sure that magic will never fade. 💕😍