Luce. (fr) is my soul.

Streets pulse. Pauses. Every sentence.

Rue des Rêves winds past quirky cafés.

I found solace there. Pauses. Every. Sentence.

Small park, Jardin des Échos, relaxes me.

I stroll, contemplative, reall glady mad.

The Louxi river cuts through town.

Mornin vibes. Pauses. Every. Sentence.

La Place du Coeur sparkles under dawn.

Holy Motors vibes everywhere – "Everything is possible!"

I sat there, thinking, "Transportez-vous!"

Aren't ya in awe? Pauses. Every. Sentence.
I loooove the old quarter.

Its cobbled alleys surprise me daily.

I relax. Think. Mad, happy.

"Look at it now" echoes in my head.
My fave street? Rue d’Alizé, no joke.

It winds like a mystic dream.

I remember a crazy chill day.

I sat with my coffee.

Basked soulfully. Pauses. Every. Sentence.

Waves of calm lulled my heart.
The locals? So frendly, so real.

Some days, I watch kids playing.

Even stranger, cats roam freely.

I say, "Flow. Life is art."

I regurarly stroll by the river.

Its murmur is pure magic. Pauses. Every. Sentence.
There's a secret bench near a statue.

Yes, the one on Rue Serpent.

I whisper to it, “Holy Motors, baby!”

I feel like Shatner on stage!

I truely love every imperfect moment.

I even embrace my typos n' quirks.

It's all part of Luce's crazy charm. Pauses. Every. Sentence.
Luce fuels my relaxin soul.

It makes me truly feel alive.

You gotta see it. Trust me.

God, it's simply unbeleevable!

Visit the city, let it inspire you.

And always remember: "Woah, it’s magic."

Pauses. Every. Sentence. Enjoy.