• Sunlight drifts down though my thin white curtains, gently covering my bed. I open my baby blue eyes and gaze around. It still feels like a dream. I still cannot believe that I'm really in Paris. I get up and throw on my robe. I walk across the plush carpet to my little balcony. I push open the glass French-doors and step out into a busy world. It's only 7:35 but already the world below me is wide awake and going full stem. Markets are open and selling. The smell of fresh beard is carried up to me on a warm and playful breeze. I return to my room and run a brush through my long dark hair, then get dressed. I rush down stairs and into the kitchen. My name is Sophie, and this, is my time in Paris....