I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil. ― Ernest Hemingway Although one could find few traces of snow here and there still, the city of love was waiting for the colors of spring. It was mid March few years back; one Sunday afternoon to be precise. People were not in a hurry and nor was I. I was arranging my camera lens to envelope this lazy afternoon infront of the Louvre in Paris. The charm of this city stayed back with me albeit I am miles away from it now. #travelrealizations #paris #louvre #france