Nightfall on the Champ de Mars. Winter chills are punctuated with the warming aroma of chestnuts being roasted by vendors in the park. The Eiffel Tower lights up in the distance and the lone streetlight casts a moody reflection on the puddles below. You pause and contemplate the city, wondering if Paris has always been so magical.
The timeless Parisian mood in this shot makes me feel as if I'm living in a Hemingway novel.