La lumiere

To discover something again, for the first time, is a marvelous thing.
You have a drink at the cafe Trocadero, in front of the Eiffel Tower,
enjoying its orangish glow in the night sky. Once the drink is done,
you navigate around the Parisian drivers, and walk around the corner
of the Palais de Chaillot. And then, it pops out: the tower, in all
its glory and glow, searchbeam slicing through the night. For the
first time in a while, you stand there in awe, drink in the scene. A
million postcards cannot do justice to what you see, and feel. As if
you are being welcomed through the gates of a paradise.