About 48 sleepless hours later, I was in Paris. It was the perfect night to be in the City of Lights; The City found a reason to celebrate, (without any specific reason at all), as it joined the rest of the country in La Fête de la Musique.

From blues to metal, every sound made me feel more and more awake, helping me forget the 7-hour layover and the jet lag altogether.

With every corner that we turned, we were literally transported to a different decade, or another part of the world – and better yet, all of this was taking place just a few doorsteps away from my apartment.

That’s Paris for you.

Forget the cars. At night, pedestrians rule the streets. From all the ‘Portes’ of Paris to the Seine, the roads become a never-ending dance floor, restaurants - concert halls, people- butterflies.

And it was only Day 1.