Its Midnight in Paris. Eugene is walking down the street with his love. Hand in hand they stroll the streets.

The lights and the moonlight make this place especially romantic. The air is warm, full with scents from the city.

This city really makes you feel alive. Every breath is envigorating and exhilirating. You can almost feel the creative vibe this city emits.

Eugene looks at his love. He smiles an endearing smile. He wraps his arm around her shoulders. He proudly walks beside her. He feels like the luckiest man alive.

She walks beside him wearing her brand new dress. Very eruo chick. She totes her Louis Vuitton handbag. It hangs proudly by her shoulder. She is in love, and in Paris. What more could a girl want?

They walk slowly, still dazed by the jetlag. It’s almost as if they are floating on a cloud. Still not believing what they are seeing.

“Yes, we are, hard to believe huh? Were in Paris!” said Eugene.

“I think ive fallen in love with this city” Claire said