A visit to Paris

Ah, Paris - the name conjures up the romanticism of another era (and the snobbery of a current one). The city of lights and the city of darkness - there always are beacons, summoning the traveller like sirens summon the sailor: tantalizing to poison. Yes, poison - because every time you see it, it inflicts you with its love potion and the antidote is yet to be invented. So let's dance to the sound of the Saine, the taste of the metro, the colour of light, the smell of the Bohemian, the touch of the lover.

For more pictures from Paris (all with iPhone 5, Hipstamatic), visit the gallery "A visit to Paris".

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Soap-balloons in Brussels

It has been a lovely ride - Brussels for 3 months - a city of color (on a good day), with challenging streets (for a driver) and hilly roads (for the sports enthusiasts). I loved the fact that I could go somewhere with a view - the terrace of the city. I loved I could go to a city square where there would always be tourists. I loved the contrast between the old architecture with centuries-old traditions in chocolate making. I loved the languages - starting a centence in French, finishing it in Flammish and being able to understand everything in between from German, through Dutch, to English. And the soap balloons that would decorate the air - the kids who would put a background melody with their laughter.