As the sun is rising, every pastry and sandwich deli is opening its windows and doors.
Every time there is the slightest breeze, there's an undeniable sweet smell that takes over all of your senses.
Private cars, taxis, fashionable bikers, and speedy pedestrians.
Every one of them with a purpose they are on their way to.
Mornings are actually one of the brightest times of the day here.

The roads are cobblestone and crowded.
The parks are filled with sweet cafés and bitter cigarette smoke.
The young and old are scattered on the lawns.
The sky is the limit for young, adventurous souls.
The city is large enough for boredom to be scarce.
The city is small enough to walk through in a day.

As the sun is setting, shop keepers are drawing their blinds and closing the doors.
Wind starts blowing only the sweetest of hazelnut scents in every direction.
Carousals are all lit up and spinning nonstop.
Private cars, taxis, fashionable bikers, and coupled pedestrians.
Street and strung up lights take place of the mornings shrouded sunlight.
Evenings are of the most romantic times here.

The music will ****** your heart.
The sweets will indulge your stomach.
The books in the stores are dusted with curious fingers flipping through their fragile pages.
The bridges are waiting to be weighted with new and old love.
The city is charming enough for all friends.
The city is romantic enough for lovers.

Breathing is not a chore here,
Because it's the city of lights,
And it holds my heart.