Paris. The city of love. For me it was the city of Art! Every corner, every nook held artistic sense. Every thing wanted to be captured. It was like a dream to me, until my father presented me with a ticket to fly to Paris over the summer. It was like a dream come true but little did I know. Every dream has it's cost, in my case it was to share the summer with three boys. Three boys with whom I had to share a hostel room. I knew I could survive but little did I know I'd be able to live. Not just survive but live. These three boys taught me how to live life and love living it. And how to love someone...