I feel so emotionally moved by all the people in this city. They show an endearing excitement for the art they participate in and the world around them. Through cultural and language barriers there remains a shared appreciation for those that show effort and joy for things that carry beauty.
All ages embraced a paint brush, book, or camera with a tender yet fervent love. I have never seen so many eyes sparkle as they’re totally consumed by passion. Here art is a true extension of self.
I thought I would exist outside of these strangers, but really, they don’t mind my presence. There is no competition for a spot; you are just here living amongst each other. Passing under a bridge they shared a tradition with me: close your eyes, make a wish, and kiss a loved one. The city of love is where dreams are brought to life.
I Think, I Feel 
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