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(PC: Devian Art) A city unlike any other, vibrant with thousands of visitors, the air fragrant with the smell of their perfumes from all around the world. Each street I could identify with familiarity from just the faint aroma of its uniqueness, be it coffee, pastries, or any delicacies as I pass by Building from the late renaissance, carved with such visualization, as if they arise from their slumber as the first ray of the sun gently graces on the surface Streets still paved with the same rough texture as when horse cantered once with the jubilance of youth Drizzle now and then as the May flowers come alive with soft velvetiness feeling of drizzle in the morn Ah! those bright days... A cit