Paris, Almost everyone's dream destination. The city of Romance. People go there with there significant ones. But I fell in Love with anything else there.

"Sloane Kensington," the immigrant officer called out my name. For God sake, I was going to Paris. "Girl, control your adrenaline rush," I thought to myself. "Yes, I am here," I said stepping in between the booths.

My dream destination is just few moments away. Happiness peaks from the bottom of the heart.

Swirling in my mind what I would do in Paris, announcement bleed in, "Attention all the passengers, Flight 578 from Chicago to Paris is ready to board and leaving in 30 minutes. All the passengers, get to the Gate 22."

I held back a squeal as I rushed to the gate 22. Excitement works in crazy ways. I almost tripped a toddler. "Sorry," I yelled. In a short moment, I was on the jet bridge and settled in my window seat. Oh my God I still can't believe. I pinched myself to prove it wasn't a dream. I was relieved.

But I was too tired with packing and running. As soon as I settled in seat, my eyes were closing. I slept literally.

A flight attendant woke me up for my lunch. I was too drowsy to eat.

Moments flew by, I didn't know we landed so quickly, actually for me for being too delusional.

I stepped out the airplane. First step in Paris would have to be too fictional, but for me, I again tripped. Fortunately a crew member helped me. I knew something like this would happen with me cause I am the clumsiest declared by my mom as I knocked a nurse over by kicking straight into her left eye after the birth.

I exited the airport with much enthusiasm, tiredness lay forgotten. But I didn't understand much language there. But Google Translator was sucking blood from me. Using Google Translator everytime I make a conversation is a freaking tiring thing to do. But I was too curious to explore the city, I set out with all myself.

Aesthetic cafes, cute little jewelry workshop, perfume store and many more shops are lined parallel to each other giving a damn fictional vibe. But my phone rang, I glanced at my phone and it was my mighty mom. "Bonjour, mi lady," I teased. "Hello, my lovely daughter," my mom's soft voice came through the phone. "Mom, you won't believe if I say how beautiful is this city. I mean I am speechless," I squealed and some old aged women were giving a bombastic side eyes, crimin___, ahhh forget it. "I know my Dear. Enjoy, I just wanted to know that you landed safely." "Okay, thank you and don't worry too much. I love you and tell dad I will bring him a french woman," I again teased and she got angry. "What!!!!!!" She screamed and I ended the call laughing.

Soft golden sun rays was falling on me as I was sipping a latte with a croissant, AHA famous meal. Afternoon blend into night, but I was reluctant to go to the hotel. But I eventually gave up.

I flopped onto the bed and mattress welcomed with a warm hug. I unpacked and changed into comfy hello kitty pajamas. I was yawning but my never ending enthusiasm was keeping me up. But my dad's message helped me to put the phone off and the AC lulled me into my Dreamland.

The next morning, my tiredness vanished like a vapour mixing with air. I posted a story about landing in Paris in Instagram.I again brunched the same meal. I was about to explore the city with a map that was given to me in the hotel when I checked in. Damn me, I lost my map. My first day in Paris was supposed to be perfect but I fucked it up.

I finally gave up to Google Translator but people didn't quite understand that. I was lost in the city, yes even with Google Translator. But a woman, I think, understood something I was trying to make her understand. She told me a way to a famous place and wrote it in the hotel's pad. I followed the instructions and I was a little bit scared because I never solo travelled before. My last instructions was a abandoned street with a few creepy stores open. I was hella nervous as the shopkeepers were looking at me in a--I don't know what kind of Look they are giving me.

But all the tensions and nervousness died when I faced an ancient bookstore, my final destination given by that woman.

I somehow walked timidly into that store and I fell in love with the atmosphere. The bookstore keeper appeared so suddenly that I flinched.

"Bonjour, my dear," she gave me a warm smile and I melted and nodded. "How can I help you?" The keeper asked. To be honest, I was quite surprised to see her speak English. "Actually I am not sure if I want to be here or not. Because I was going to the Eiffel Tower. She chuckled bitterly, " Everyone wants to see the Eiffel Tower, but there is no one who wants to know the history behind building it." I have a soft corner for books. So I asked,"Can you suggest me some books you like?" She looked shocked for some time but smiled and took me to a corner. And time flew away like a bird flying in the open sky limitlessly.

She was the only in her family. Her husband died during the war. She has Alzheimer, the first stage. She have two granddaughters but they lived with their mother. So she was really alone.

I looked through some books but time was running quite fast. "Actually I have to go," I said but she looked gloomy. " Okay, have a nice trip." She disappeared between stackers of books.

I left the store. As I memorized the way, I quickly went to the hotel.

The next morning, "Bonjour, mi lady," I yelled and the lady appeared so smilingly. I smiled when I saw her. " I didn't expect you to come here again." She exclaimed with wonder. "How can I not come here again when you have made me fallen in love with that little meeting with the historical books which were boring, sorry." I couldn't understand what I saw. Her eyes was glittering with I don't know, Tears.

We talked for hours again and today I shared my stories about my family. She was quite eager to listen.

Rest of my Paris days, I spent with her and her little fictional world.

Moral: Don't fear that a wrong way can destroy your life, on the contrary, It can lead you to some beautiful memories.