Paris Memories 🇫🇷 Maybe I love Paris because it reminds me a little of Istanbul. Growing up in Istanbul, I’m used to crowds. To noise, layers of stories, lives overlapping. Paris feels the same in a way busy, alive, never dull. Romantic, but not pretending to be something it isn’t. Its history doesn’t sit quietly in museums; it breathes in the streets. The sea? Nothing - absolutely nothing - replaces the Bosphorus for me. That’s non-negotiable. But Paris isn’t about the sea. It connects with you through atmosphere, rhythm, soul. A boat ride on the Seine made me realise something: some cities don’t exhaust you, they simply slow you down. Hot chocolate at Angelina, macarons that feel like tiny works of art - not tourist clichés, but part of the city’s pace. I love London deeply. Its calm, its order, the politeness of people. London lets me breathe. Paris, on the other hand, gently unsettles my heart. Just like Istanbul.❤️ And travelling… The real gift of it isn’t ticking off plac...