Those typical Parisian views, reproduced and admired so many times. And for a good reason. Made iconic, but also overlooked and took for granted. Parisian beauty is eternal and although I cringe on the sight of the tourist traps, all this crap being sold in romantic streets, bad and expensive food, annoying vendors and pushy restaurant owners, I try to focus on what will always touch my soul and feed my inspiration. Streets walked so many times, views seen over and over. There are days I forget how magical they are, taken over by daily grind and my own worries. However, more often than not, I stop, I take yet another picture. Notre Dame under a different sky. Different day, different stories.