Started In Paris
The Wall of Love

"Zulfa, you can stand there! I'll take your picture" he said.

But soon I shook my head. I don't really like photos, it's hard for Reynard to ask me a few times, but I still refused. Maybe his patience is over.

This thing in front of me was very simple, but it was able to open its eyes wide when it saw it.

Here's something that simple.

The Wall of Love is a 40-square-meter love-themed wall. The Wall of Love is located in the Jehan Rictus garden square in Montmartre, Paris, France. The wall was created in 2000 by calligrapher Federic Baron and mural artist Claire Kito and consists of 612 enameled lava tiles, in which the phrase 'I love you' displayed 311 times in 250 languages. Each tile measures 21 times 29.7 cm (8.3 inches × 11.7 inches).

So many words in so many different languages were engraved on this vast wall, it meant so many auras of love in this world.

There are many languages and phrases that can explain the meaning of the word legend, but sometimes only the heart can say it, even if no one hears it, but it seems to be relieved when the words are thrown away even though they are heard by the ear and felt alone.

In this world who doesn't feel it? Maybe even animals have it. As if it becomes a common thing for the world and its contents, no wonder if sometimes the color red must be at the end of the story.

Everyone does want someone who is good to be his life companion while in the world, but is not the soul mate a reflection of himself?

I turned my focus lens so that my eyes caught perfect focus, after which my finger pressed the shutter button, caught a simple but meaningful object.

It is very crowded here, there are many students around here, some of them taking pictures with their partners near the Wall of Love wall. At the end of the street was a colorful heart-shaped balloon salesman floating in the air, held up by a rope that stuck to an iron stuck in the ground. It's like holding back love so as not to leave. I smiled a little when I saw him.

"Zulph!"

Reynard. Immediately I looked towards him.

"Can you take a picture of me there?" Ask with an expression of money I think is quite adorable.

He pointed to the wall of the Wall of Love, my eyes following the direction indicated by his index finger. There are still a lot of people waiting in line to take pictures, maybe it will be a long wait if it does, but if I refuse it, I might lose the chance to be his friend.

My gaze then turned towards him, I saw the eagle eye which immediately became the eyes of this very cute cat waiting for an answer, I smiled, then nodded my head. I saw his facial expression was very bright.

After waiting for a long time, he finally got a chance to take a picture. Immediately he stood in the middle of the wall, gesturing me to immediately position the camera. I accept his request.

I close my eyes in the viewfinder, I see the position of the lens is quite blur, I turn the lens focus, there I see a creature who is standing with the thumb of his right hand.

But that's not it. As if there was a pull from the bottom of my heart, very tickling, my heartbeat was getting more and more unruffled, suddenly my hands became trembling. However, I had to perfect the request, I pressed the shutter button slowly, until it formed a perfect image.

One snap. I dare not look him in the eye. He walked over to me, then took over the camera I had in hand, looking at the picture I had just taken of him. He smiled, revealing neatly arranged teeth in his dashing jaw.

"Come on!" I said as I walked away from him, I did not want to linger in this prison.

I don't know if he's following me from behind or not, but I can confirm that my ears are hearing the sound of a leg beating from behind me, I'm sure it's him.

After a few minutes of walking down the street, we decided to sit in a garden with very green grass, plus palm trees and plants that complement each point that makes up the park.

Reynard and I sat under a palm tree, straightening our legs after walking a few feet away from the starting position.

Almost forgot.

"Oh yes, this is Mrs Bill, the owner of the apartment I've been living in, bringing this for you" I said, putting a box of food in front of her, "eat, please appreciate the effort!" my continue.

He looked at the lunchbox with an expression I could not guess.his right hand then grabbed the lunchbox, opened the lid of the lunchbox, and then closed it, I saw him surprised to see the contents of the lunch box.

Then he looked at me again. I who had seen his actions earlier could only raise one eyebrow.

Hi readers loyal readers "Early in Paris", sorry well, yesterday author did not up, because very busy with school duties that make the head is the puyeng😌

Sorry also because in this episode only a little bit of the word.🙏🙏🙏 very-very sorry to the readers of 😣😣

But will the author try to up regularly yes.every Monday and Thursday. Jan forgot to note yaa... thanks🙏🙏🙏😘😘😘