Dreams are meant to be lived

Sunset. Everybody crowds along the wall of the Trocadero, waiting, waiting. Joining the crowds, we are impressed by the sheer magnitude of the steel beams as if like an erector set, the light changes and so does the view.  We start chatting with your fellow travelers and share your lives like you're best friends. We have a common goal as the light changes again, and so does the view. Then it happens, the light is perfect, and the madness of flashing cameras start. I am no longer in my dream....more