Eiffel Tower Drawing Novelas e Histórias

The experience was one that I didn't expected it to happen but it did. The last camel straw to this exploration tour was the Eiffel tower. I couldn't believe that our tour took me to this famous landmark that is known round the world. My excitement reached his brim as I took out my phone for a photography session with the tower. First, I snapped the exterior of the tower which I can call it my achievement 1 in exploration world. Then, Lucas helped me with the photograph with the Eiffel Tower. For Lucas, he decided not to join the photograph to keep his life either socially or otherwise secret from the world.

They sat together, sharing a baguette and cheese, and gazing out at the serene pond. As the day drew to a close, Rafael led Eva to the Eiffel Tower, its iron latticework gleaming in the fading light. They rode the elevator to the top, where they were greeted by a breathtaking panorama of the city. The wind whispered through the tower's beams as they gazed out at the twinkling lights of Paris.

So she doesn't need to imagine too much, she just needs to look at the actual scene and draw it. Not long after, about fifteen minutes later, she sketched a vivid picture, the male lead met the female lead in front of the Eiffel Tower, but in the context of one being a police officer, the other being a "criminal", the main boy was a police officer holding the "female criminal" around her waist.

He replied I let silence hang between us for a moment, then I said, “I used to sketch when I was your age.” That was a lie. I never sketched. But I needed the connection. I needed him to see me not as a threat, but as something—someone—he could lean toward. He tilted his head, curiosity flickering despite himself. “What did you draw?” he asked “I drew buildings, places I wanted to visit one day. I was… about your age when I first dreamed of going to Paris. The Eiffel Tower was the first thing I ever tried to draw.” His pencil paused. “I drew the Eiffel Tower last week,” he admitted.

The world was truly left behind on the ground. “Papa,” Ethan said, his voice small but bright with excitement, “when we’re above the clouds, can you see the tower?” “What tower?” James asked. “The Eiffel Tower,” Ethan answered solemnly. Emma smiled. “The tower’s in Paris, sweetheart. We’ll see it later.” Ethan nodded, accepting the explanation as one accepts the rules of a game. He opened his sketchbook again, drawing a long line for the plane’s body, then a small window. The lower right corner remained blank—he glanced at it briefly, then continued coloring the sky.

I tried to convince myself to like her, but I realized that you couldn't teach your heart to love someone else. “Wow, this tower is so tall,” Kaiden exclaimed excitedly as soon as we got out of the car. He tilted his head back as he stared up at the Eiffel Tower. “I'll take a picture of the two of you,” Neah said as she got her phone's camera ready. “Let's go, Daddy!” Kaiden said excitedly.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

I said smoothly, leaning back into the leather seat, a calm, calculated satisfaction warming my chest. From the adjacent seating pod, the sound of a small, bright giggle drifted into our cabin. I looked over the partition to see Catherine sitting with her notebook, drawing a chaotic, colorful picture of a castle with a massive blue flag on top. She looked up, her dark eyes shining with a pure, unburdened happiness as she pointed her purple crayon at me. "Look, Mommy! I drew our new office in Paris! It has a giant swing set on the roof so I can see the Eiffel Tower!"

We sit on the sofa and watch the Eiffel Tower. "Paris is far away, and I haven't saved enough yet." He shyly admits. "I'm still 18, so, uh, here—" He scratches the back of his head. "—here's this for now!" he adds, handing me a keychain of the Eiffel Tower with a print of Paris. "Put it in your bag." He places it in my bag. He is so happy, and I'm so happy seeing him happy too. "And here—" He smiles again, revealing his two deep dimples. He hands me another bouquet of roses.