No extraordinary stories this time. No tips, no hotspots and no amazing moments to take you with me or to fulfill you with inspiration. Because I’m just here, in Paris, and I’m not doing anything more than be there. I have lived in Paris for six months, five years ago. I have never shared the stories or hotspots here. Maybe they are long gone. Maybe they aren’t. I did not care this time. I wanted to take you to the most beautiful places in Paris, I wanted to find amazing hotspots and just be working again like I always do. But I don’t do it. I set myself free, and that’s all that I need at that moment. I do nothing but soak myself in the Parisian life again, while I stay in a local’s house in the typical French Quarter Gambetta. There are no tourists here, although Pere Lachaise is just around the corner. I move myself occasionally from green strip to bench while eating chunks of cheese and drink bottled wine, and after I take myself back to the field where the wild flowers are. I look. I stare. And I see. And I feel. I see nothing but beautiful moments, but I let it go. My eyes see nothing except that where I am. I don’t even take pictures of these amazing unknown streets and corners. Well, let’s see if she is still there. She is. The Eiffel Tower. Let’s make some photo’s. Like I am really in Paris. I walk through the green parks. Parc Luxembourg is just as beautiful as five years ago. I’m eating an ice cream with a friend, walk to the Pont Neuf but soon I dive into a jumble of unknown streets again. Let’s find other angles of the Eiffel Tower. Way more beautiful. I need nothing more to see, I’ve been here a thousand times. With a smile on my face I walk through these everlasting streets. I don’t take any pictures here. I don’t write a thing in my travel notebook. This is enough for me to share, and this is Paris.