Loud

I know Paris isn't just the beautiful cliché. I think of it like the way you think of Christmas in September or summer in February. You dream about it, and you picture in your head how good it will be, how good you will look, the smells, the laughter, the feeling, the surroundings... But when you're there, on Christmas Eve or in the middle of July, it's never as good as you imagined it. It's like you can't catch the feeling, because it's only imaginary. Nevertheless, I keep chasing it, you know. Because if you stop, how will you survive? 

Maybe I'm just a pessimist, maybe the dream really does exist. If it does, I really want to experience the Paris cliché; do you think that is possible?