#Chapter9

PARIS: THE SHORT TOUR

JOY

I wanted to ask Vince many questions but yet again, my fear of ruining the moment took the chance away. I gulped, grasped the coffee cup in my hands tightly and kept walking through the long pathway that led into the park of Parc des Buttes-Chaumont.

The place was huge and crowded with people, clicking pictures of each other and the trees that were aligned by the sidewalk, their long branches providing a perfect shade for the pathway. The sounds of children laughing, birds chirping and people talking were mixing into a rhythmic symphony.

I noticed Vince twisting and turning in hesitation as if...