Together Again

Chapter 5

Eda and Serkan had settled into the rhythm of their Parisian adventure. It had been a week since they’d arrived, and each day brought with it a new discovery. Whether they were exploring charming neighborhoods or savoring rich French meals, the magic of Paris seemed to wrap itself around them like a warm embrace. But the best part wasn’t just the sights or the food—it was the connection they were building, one moment at a time, deepening their love as they experienced the City of Love together.

With a full two weeks to explore, they had just begun to scratch the surface of what Paris had to offer. The week ahead promised even more unforgettable moments.

On the seventh day, Eda and Serkan decided to immerse themselves in the rich art and history of the Louvre, Paris’s world-renowned museum. They arrived early, eager to beat the crowds, and found themselves standing in front of the iconic glass pyramid at the entrance.

Eda gazed up at the pyramid, her heart racing. "I can’t believe we’re here, Serkan. I’ve seen it in so many movies, but seeing it in person... it’s breathtaking."

Serkan smiled and kissed the top of her head. "It feels surreal, doesn’t it? Like we’re living in a dream."

They entered the museum, and Eda’s eyes widened with awe as they stepped into the grand hall. The Louvre was a labyrinth of history, each room more fascinating than the last. They wandered through the galleries, their footsteps echoing on the marble floors, admiring sculptures, paintings, and artifacts from centuries past.

They stopped to admire the Mona Lisa, the small but mighty portrait that had captivated visitors for centuries. Eda leaned closer to Serkan, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “What do you think? Is she smiling at you or me?”

Serkan leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Definitely at you. But she’s probably wondering what it feels like to be the most beautiful woman in the room.”

Eda laughed, her heart fluttering. “You’re impossible, but I like it.”

The museum's vastness was overwhelming, but they enjoyed getting lost together, pausing to appreciate the smallest details in paintings, each glance drawing them closer. Every time they stopped in front of an exhibit, their conversations flowed effortlessly. They found themselves imagining the artists, the passion that had gone into each brushstroke, and the history captured in each piece.

After hours of exploration, they finally decided to take a break, sitting on the grand steps outside. The sun was beginning to dip, casting a golden hue over the pyramid. Eda leaned back, her head resting against Serkan’s shoulder.

“Do you ever think about all the people who’ve walked these halls over the centuries? The writers, the philosophers, the artists?” she asked.

Serkan nodded, his arm around her. “I do. And now we’re part of that story, too. Not in the same way, of course, but our own memories are now woven into this place.”

Eda smiled, her hand finding his. “I love that. Being here with you—it’s like we’re creating our own legacy.”

The next day, they decided to take a day trip to the Palace of Versailles, just outside Paris. The grandeur of the palace was nothing short of staggering, with its golden gates and meticulously manicured gardens. Eda was enchanted by the opulence of the palace, but it was the gardens that truly captured her heart.

They wandered through the vast grounds, hand in hand, surrounded by fountains, statues, and rows of blooming flowers. The gardens stretched out before them like a living masterpiece, and they marveled at the symmetry and beauty of it all.

“It feels like we’ve stepped into another world,” Eda said, her voice filled with awe.

“It does,” Serkan agreed, his arm around her as they strolled down one of the pathways. “It’s almost impossible to believe that all of this was created by one person, for one purpose.”