Europe 2013 - France : Paris - City of Love & Style

Paris terkenal sebagai kota cinta dan style.

Moh tengok apa yang style sangat di Paris ni !

Monalisa (bukan Makcik Mona)

Tengok marketing strategy Louis Vuitton...guna kotak je!

Parking tepi jalan sat nak ambik gambo Arc de Triomphe...haha. Tapi tak pe. Kereta mewah.

Metro - pengangkutan yang efisien di Paris

Musee du Parfum Fragonard

Gedung membeli belah (dan kalau tak mampu boleh blah) yang tekenal di Paris - Printemps

Kueh yang mahal - Macaron

Kepala bunga

Elvavi di Champs-Elysees

Penerangan tentang sejarah Masjid Besar Paris

Errrr...tolong! Kepala saya berat...

Bicycle sharing system di Paris

"Mentadak mentadu, macamana kami tido?" tanya lipas...

La Foule - The Crowd

I can still see the town, festive and excited

Suffocating beneath the sun and with joy.

And amid the music I hear the shouts, the laughter

Which explode and reverberate around me

And lost among these people that jostle me

Dazed, confused, I stay where I am.

When suddenly I turn around, he moves back

And the crowd happens to throw me into his arms

Carried by the crowd that drags us along

Carries us away

Crushed one against the other

We form only one single body

And the stream effortlessly

Pushes us, chained one to the other

And leaves both of us

Beaming, exhilarated and happy

Carried away by the crowd that surges forward

And that dances

A mad farandole

Our two hands remain joined

And sometimes lifted up

Our two intertwined bodies soar

And both come down

Beaming, exhilarated and happy

And the joy radiated by his smile

Goes through me and flows deep inside me.

But suddenly I let out a shout among the laughter

When the crowd happens to tear him from between my arms

Carried by the crowd that drags us along

Carries us away

Move us away, one from the other.

I fight and I struggle

But the sound of his voice

Is muffled in the laughter of the others.

And I shout with distress, fury and rage

And I cry

Carried away by the crowd that surges forward

And that dances

A mad farandole

I am carried far away

And I clench my fists

Cursing the crowd that robs me

Of the man that it had given me

And that I never found again