Love makes us to see the magic woven into each moment.

I can’t speak for how others experience Paris, but let me share my journey from the first night of my honeymoon. I don’t know if we were blinded by love that blinded or enchanted by the city itself, but as we stepped off the plane in Paris, it felt like we had entered a dream. The air was thick with magic, and the very essence of love surrounded us. Everything seemed heightened, and in that moment, I knew we were exactly where we were meant to be.

In Paris, love is definitely sweeter. Under the glow of the honeycomb moon, a warm light poured down like golden syrup, bathing the cobblestone streets in a gentle radiance. I could almost hear Joe Dassin’s voice whispering, “Sous le ciel de Paris, s’envolent les chansons,” as the melodies of the city wrapped around us, pulling us deeper into its embrace. But the real magic came from the humming bees that filled the night sky—special bees, I like to think, born from the moon’s sweet essence to bring joy to lovers wandering beneath its glow. Their buzzing was like a symphony, setting the perfect backdrop for our romantic adventure.

And then, there was the whale. Yes, a whale! In the heart of Paris, this magnificent creature glided through the air as if the city were its ocean. Its belly shimmered with a tint of yellow, reminiscent of honey, sweetening the night as it invited us aboard with a gracious nod. With hearts racing, we climbed onto its back, soaring through the night sky toward the extraordinary moon.

This moon was not just any moon; it was a celestial marvel, a glowing hive of sweetness. As the whale gently dipped toward it, we could see honey pouring down like rain, glistening in the soft light. It tasted like nothing I had ever experienced—rich, warm, and utterly divine. It was as if every sweet moment of our love had been captured and transformed into this golden nectar.

In that magical moment, with the music of the bees and the sweetness of honey enveloping us, I couldn’t help but think that this was the perfect city for a honeymoon. Every sensation was heightened—the laughter, the joy, the bliss of being together. Paris, with its renowned romance, seemed to put a spell on us, wrapping us in a cocoon of bliss.

But now, looking back, I wonder. Was it real, or was it love that clouded my mind and made me see everything sweeter than honey? Did we really fly on the back of a whale to taste the sweetness of the moon? Or was it merely a beautiful illusion crafted by our love?

In the end, perhaps it doesn’t matter. What remains is the memory of our time in Paris, filled with magic, sweetness, and a love that felt truly extraordinary. Whether real or imagined, those moments are forever etched in my heart, a testament to the enchanting power of love under the Parisian sky.

Thank you for joining me! May your love story be as enchanting and sweet as a honey-moon in Paris!

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