A Day Lost in Paris

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The afternoon of July 10th, my birthday, was bright, cheerful, and balmy with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day. The flowers were blossoming exuberantly and the grass was sumptuously green. The rhythmical scratch and slap of leather soles smacked on concrete block. The rich aroma of creamy cheese coming from the cheese stores and the fresh scent of delicious freshly baked bread made me convinced that Paris is my dream country. I walked along the sidewalk, smelling the rich and creamy scent of cheeses so strong you could almost taste it. I was here with my brother, mom, and dad in Paris. You’re probably thinking, ‘Oh, that’s so nice, you’re in Paris with your family.’ Well, I hate to tell you, but honestly, it’s not. My smart – aleck brother wouldn’t stop spouting out facts about “The City of Lights”. For a boy of 11 years old, he sure knows a lot about everything; and I don’t necessarily like that. His muddy blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair just makes me jealous. Me, I have brown eyes and black “luxurious” hair. If you asked me, I wished my hair was strawberry blond just like my mom’s hair. Instead, I’m the outsider with the strange hair. And about my parents, their conversation usually goes like this:
“Oh George, look at this magnificent statue. It was an excellent idea to go to the Louvre,” my mom comments.
“Oh yes, it is a magnificent statue. We should have a statue like this at home,” he responds.
Then, my irksome brother jumps in and says:
“Yes, I agree with you. I should think it is one of the well-known statues in Paris. I believe that it is dated from 130 to 100 B.C. This statue is named The Venus de Milo, a Greek statue of Aphrodite, goddess of Love and Beauty”.

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...s lit up.

“What did she say?” I asked.

“Kids, time to go now” he said now looking at the impatient 70-year-old woman.

We rushed after this woman who was starting to climb up the flight of stairs at a moderately fast speed. We ran up the flights one by one until we got to the top. I spotted Mom and Dad on the observation deck sightseeing without a care in the world. I ran over to them hugging them by surprise. Suddenly, this loud, scratchy, and screechy sound blasted in my head. The loud speaker woke me up. “Dernier arrêt Eurodisney” it blared. Feeling dazed, I looked up at my family. I hugged them, never letting go. At that point, I understood that the conductor of the train said “Last Stop – EuroDisney.” Exhausted from all the sightseeing and jetlagged from the flight to Paris, I realized that I fell asleep on the train and this scare was all a dream.

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