I had intended to take a trip to Paris since my brother went there to study.
During the last summer vacation, I was fortunate enough to make my dream come true.
I spent more than one month visiting several magnificent museums and famous architectural sites.
What's more,I got acquainted with a Frenchman, Olivier, who shared an apartment with my brother.
Unlike what I imagined Frenchmen to be, Olivier wasn't arrogant in the least.
On the contrary, he was so easygoing and friendly that he volunteered to be our guide.
I remember one day he took us to a chic cafe and told us that the cup which he was holding was the very same that Picasso had used.
Even though we communicated in simple English, I never felt bored being with him.
It was Olivier who made my memories of Paris so vivid and unforgettable.