Alexander and Tizia, hand in hand, Wander through Paris, so bold and grand. The Eiffel Tower greets them high, Touching clouds against the sky. Through the Louvre, where secrets hide, Mona Lisa’s smile, so wide, In halls of art, they lose their way, Captivated by night and day. On Montmartre’s hill, artists paint, Dreams and colors, bold and quaint. By the Seine, they drift and glide, With Paris flowing at their side. From Champs-Élysées to Notre Dame, Paris whispers their names like a soft...