I landed in Paris, at first the smells and sounds were a little weird and foreign. I had a pamphlet and hit the local tourist spots with my friends. It was fun but then I read a book I found at a street corner stand. The old man who sold it to me had 4 teeth.
After a couple of days I started to really get it the old spots in Paris. I would wander through its old streets admiring the buildings and what not. I loved Paris more than anything in the world. It was an emotional relief being able to wander through the streets, sitting at the local hole in the walls eating my waffles, laughing at tourist.
After I lived my emotional bliss I started to wander back to the touristy spots of Paris. After doing this I realized how lame they were and how much I really wanted to go back to my street corner crepe shop. But somehow, I could never find it. It was lost forever.