Quiet time as the city of Paris sprawls below in the distance.
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Atop Montmartre in the tender embrace of dawn, Paris stirs. Cobblestones gleam with the first light's kiss and the air, crisp and full of promise, carries the scent of blooming trees as the city stretches beneath a sapphire sky. An empty bench to pause and reflect, a lone streetlamp and shuttered storefronts brace in anticipation of the day's bustle. In the distance, Paris shimmers, a silent witness to its awakening streets. - BPJ
