03 Jan Personal Writing
Here at Ulidia we have lots of talented young writers, so we’ve decided to share some of their work with you. The following piece was written by Gil, who is a Year 10 student.
It’s a Wonderful Place
She is ‘La Ville Lumiere’,
Renowned, barely needing an introduction,
An inspiration to writers, poets and artists,
Her beauty and that of her landmarks will always remain in my heart,
Her classical architecture,
Beauty above and below ground,
She has many stories waiting to be told,
But for the moment I’m going to tell my story,
Bonjour Paris!
Let me introduce you to one of Paris’ many beauties, Le grande Dame – The Eiffel Tower dressed in black/grey metal standing in all of her glory. Almost as if you could pick her up and set her in your hand! In front of her, there is this huge plain of grass called the Champs de Mars. This is where people come to sell you all sorts of souvenirs.
Paris does boat rides down a meandering river, called the Seine. My family and I decided to get one. One of the stops was the Notre Dame and we decided to get off. Now as soon as I set foot onto shore, the huge tower bells started to ring. This brought back so many memories of the film, Hunchback of Notre Dame, when Quasimodo had to ring the bells as he watched Esmeralda dancing on the esplanade with her multi-coloured skirt, jet black hair and huge oversized gold hoop earrings.
One of my favourite beauties in Paris is the Mona Lisa, although she is hidden away, she can still attract a crowd with her smile!
If I ask you right now, what do you think about when I say the word ‘Paris’ you think to yourself ‘Oh the Eiffel Tower’ of course. Well no! I think of the classical architecture, balconies over hanging onto the streets, long tall windows, private courtyards closed off by ornate metal windows. That is truly Paris!
Paris doesn’t just have beauties above ground, she has beauty below ground. The Catacombs. Hundreds of dead body parts stacked in beautiful designs. You might think it is weird and creepy; I just see it as Death dressed in white.
All these beauties have one common difference, they are all girls. But there is one sad, lonely boy in the whole of Paris!
The Arc de Triomphe, not that itself but who is buried beneath the busiest, craziest and most confusing roundabout in the whole city. The Unknown Soldier whose identity is yet to be discovered.
Like the lock, we placed on Le Pont des Arts, these memories will forever be kept safe and locked away in my heart.
This here was Paris!