Started In Paris
The Arc de Triomphe

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I took the first photo of my object. The view of the afternoon like this is very supportive, many visitors too, here is very crowded. After saying basmalah earlier I immediately positioned my DSLR camera appropriately, according to the correct angle.

The first photo for me was a little bit less than good, so I tried it again.

The Arc de Triomphe, also known as the triumphal arch, is a famous monument in France, located in the middle of the Place Charles de Gaulle, at the western end of the Champs-Elysees street in Paris, France.

The monument was built by order of Napoleon in his heyday in 1806, after a victory against Austria in the Austerliz war aimed at celebrating the victory of France and all who died in the war.

My hands and feet moved around, trying to grab the best clip possible. Already from some angle that I took the clip, now live the inside or the middle.

I walked into the middle of the monument, now I stand right under it. I was amazed by this one monument, I just found that there are carved statues and reliefs depicting the Napoleonic wars. On each side of the wall there are also many neatly arranged writings, as I write on the wall is the name of the generals in Napoleon's army.

I was like being taken to the past, watching firsthand how the war happened, I was like a silent witness among them. May my heart tremble at your majesty, O Lord.

My hand shook as I was about to take the video clip, I set my breath many times, focused, then started moving my hand.

Some clips I've taken, from there from here, I think it's enough. I sit around the monument, my knees are sore. While resting I saw the results of several angles stored in my camera. Thank God, everything went well.

When I focused on the camera, a hand landed on my right shoulder, I was shocked, I turned my face to look at it. I was shocked when I saw his familiar face.

"Abeer!"

"Zulph!"

My almost identical words to her, I saw her face beaming, without warning she hugged me tightly, we hugged.

"Are you here too? Why?.." as he took off his embrace. Before I answered, I asked her to sit next to me. I saw that he was also carrying a camera, as well as a sling bag on his body.

I smiled, "I'm in the process of shooting a video clip, I deliberately chose this monument"

He sighed then stuck out his legs, his body held up by both hands. "Ah me too, I am very tired today, from morning to evening like this I wander in this city" he snorted, "but this is a sacrifice right?" He continued.

I saw her shabby face, her hair in a ponytail. "For the sake of a work" I said consolingly by patting his left shoulder. He smiled at me, a sincere, sweet smile.

The evening breeze passed by gently, the atmosphere of the afternoon was very beautiful, the orange sky reigned at the end there, the back and forth of people did not decrease. So beautiful a view in this city of light. Oh, I'm so fascinated by him.

Half an hour later we sat down, bored, and he ate at a nearby restaurant. He looks very tired and hungry. His facial expression changed when I offered him to eat together, as if a child was happy when given ice cream by his mother.

We then went to find the nearest restaurant. He knows this city better, so along the way he chatted this, he did look chatty, but it was not a problem for me, I'm happy because I also know a little about this old town.

After finding a restaurant, we immediately went inside, because the air outside was very cold, inside there must be a warmer room.

We were sitting on a bench by the door, and soon a woman gave us a small book, this was her menu. My eyebrows shot up next to each other after reading all the menus. Here I can hardly eat, there are very few meat-based foods***, but there are also other foods that have never been touched by my tongue.

Because I know I am a Muslim, Abiel chose the right menu for me, from food to drinks all he chose. There is only one type of food that I can eat, namely fried rice and sweet orange juice.

"Faites plaisir au jus de riz frit et de jus d'orange, le riz frit n'a pas besoin d'utiliser de la viande, des aufs." He said in French to the waiter. Ah, I feel moved, she is very understanding.

After the waiter left, waiting for the order to come we talked.

"Ah, how's your concept?" Ask starts.

"Can I hold your word?"

I nodded confidently.

Before long waiting for the order to come, I got my food. After praying I immediately ate the fried rice. It feels so good, grateful to be able to taste the strong cuisine of a country like this.

Just a few mouthfuls entered my mouth, I was shocked to see the man I knew walk into the restaurant, Reynard.

I try to be ordinary, not to rub it, my eyes I divert. Lucky he didn't see me.

Since then the air heater was burning, but somehow my body was very cold, as if in the iceberg prison, my soul was struggling to get out immediately, but in front of me right now there is a loyal creature accompanying me, my soul is struggling to get out, so inevitably I have to wait for him until he's done.

Seeing that Reynard was on one roof with me, it seemed very disturbing to my eyes, for some reason these eyes always wanted to see him. I saw that he was busy talking to his friend, sometimes he smiled showing his sweet dimples.

Astarghfirullah's. What the hell am I doing? Not your mahram Zulfa. Stop the. Ma fi Qalbi ghairullah.

I blew my palm, then rubbed it.

"Why are your cheeks flushed?" Abiel asked suddenly. "You cold?" Further. Hearing him say that, I spontaneously pressed my palms against my cheeks. I saw Abiel chuckling to myself seeing my behavior like this.

Finish our meal right out. Until I came out Reynard didn't know I was here, I breathed a sigh of relief. I continued walking with Abiel. Actually I managed time by going to visit one natural monument a day, only a few monuments that I took video clips of, but it seems Abiel still wants to go for a walk, I so undo my intention to go home.

"I heard that near Rue de Presbourg street there was something amazing there" he said, looking at me, "want to go there?" Ask.

I thought for a moment. The sky had just darkened, there was no way that if I left Abiel alone, she had helped me a lot, well I would go with her. I nodded in response. Face radiant.

Not far from sight, on the Rue de Presbourg street near the men's clothing store there is a crowd of people who swarm something, they circle like a child in a fairy tale. Abiel and I walked closer.

I heard vaguely the voice of someone who was singing, his voice was similar to the voice of Alizee Jacotey, a famous French singer. I wondered who the owner of the voice was. Abiel and I are getting closer.

Behind the crowd I slightly raised my head, poking out between the heads of the people. However, his face did not appear. There was a woman taller than me in front of me. As a result I could not see his face, I relented.

Beside me, Abiel who has since clapped her hands lightly while enjoying the song performed as if releasing all her fatigue. Whether he sees who the singer is or not, I don't want to destroy his passion.

I felt the tip of my coat being pulled by someone. I looked to my right side, there was no one there, because it was my backmost position. My coat was pulled again, I lowered my head.

It turned out to be a little boy in blue clothes who pulled my coat. I sat down to bend my knees in front of him. The eyes of this little girl were wide, her lips were small cute, her clothes resembled a party dress.

"I can't see it, I'm too short"

He said innocently. Apparently this little girl wanted to see the appearance of someone who was being mobbed. Her eyes are so sweet, my heart is broken.

"Can you help me?" Ask.

I can't afford to dwell. My soul is trapped in the labyrinth it created. I daydreamed for a moment. "Please wait!" I said to her while stroking her fine hair. I got up, my head leaned forward, my chin raised upwards. I saw only two people in front of me. Maybe I can lead this little girl to the front there.

I held her hand. Pull it in front of me. "Excuse me, excuse me" I said as I tried to put this little girl to the front, so that she could see the whole.

Luckily the people around me listened and gave way, I was finally able to direct the little girl to the very front. On the sidelines of people's bodies, the little girl smiled at me and gave her thumbs up. I replied with a thumbs up anyway. I see he's very enthusiastic.

"You're too good"

Abiel said while nudging my elbow. He still enjoyed his song. I smiled alone. "No" I argued that success made him laugh.