Walking through the narrow streets of old Paris with a morning coffee in hand as the city lazily wakes and bakeries fill the air with the scent of fresh butter, you feel like you've stepped into a perfect film. But the romantic façade of the French capital is actually one beautiful, elaborate lie.
As the city stirs awake each morning, the streets slowly filling with the clatter of metal shutters and the scent of freshly baked butter croissants drifting from the nearest corner bakery, you feel like the whole world is at your feet.
When Paris slowly wakes, the scent of melted butter drifts from corner bakeries into the cool morning air, and the streets don't yet belong to honking scooters — it's quite possibly the most beautiful city in the world. But then your toddler decides it's time to run.
When dusk settles over the Seine and the cast-iron street lamps cast their first golden reflections on the wet cobblestones, Paris radically shifts its tempo into something far more seductive.
