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Everywhere I turn, I see lovers everywhere. It’s not surprising since Paris is the so-called City of Love. I see love on bridges, on bikes, in metros, in parks… It’s all around me.

They don’t have to be lovers, too. I see love in men, women, boys, girls, and even pets. Paris is a liberal city, so I see love between guys, between gals, between little kids, and between oldies.

I see new love, old love, unrequited love, unconditional love, selfish love, fake love. It is really everywhere.

Me? My love is this city. My love is Paris. I am in love with Paris and I will always be. It will never change. If anything, it has only intensified as the years go by. And to be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way.