- Paris -

Taste : A light yellow soup that didn't stay long enough in the warming micro-wave, and a weird result : one side of the stuff was hot, and the other quite cold.
So each time I ate a spoonful, my tongue told me it was both warm and cold.

See : There are so many things to see in Paris, but so it is in the whole universe as long as eyes are here to witness.
Like the cobbles of some sidewalks.
Was it in Boulevard Saint Michel or some other street? I only recall it was a rainy day, and the sidewalk was all wet, its square stones shining, and I thought I was walking on jewels.
Jewels they were, revealed by Water's touch. The cobbles were made from different stones : some gleamed red, others were more geyish, some blue. All shining and leading the way, the beautiful fleeting wonder of sidewalks on a rainy day.
The picture-taker would have laughed aloud!