Metro Descriptive Essay

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

In order to fully understand a city or its history, you must also try to understand the people living within it. The Journal of Hélène Berr and the film “Free Men” provide insight for this and have some very strong shared themes. One very important theme of both the journal and the movie is perseverance. Both the journal and the film are set in German-occupied Paris during World War II. They provide insight into the way people of specific religions and backgrounds lived and thought during a dark time in Paris’s history. Many people, including those who were not from France, expressed their loyalty to the city of Paris and their unwillingness to step down through their thoughts and actions. Through this theme in both the journal and the film, one can better understand the mindset and the way of thinking of certain groups of Parisians in occupied Paris.

During the nineteenth century, Paris further developed into the entertainment capital of the world. Alistair Horne, the author of the Seven Ages of Paris, vividly illustrates several historical moments that occurred in Paris. Through the horrors and triumphs, Paris was able to endure through it all for ages and still emerge greater than before. In comparison, Vanessa R. Schwartz, the author of Spectacular Realities: Early Mass Culture in Fin-de-siècle, demonstrates how the explosive popularity of the boulevard, the newspapers, wax museums, panoramas, and early cinema led to the creation of a new culture in Paris. Driven by consumerism, a cultural revolution was happening, who’s new culture transcended gender and class divisions. Both authors

On October 6th, 2016 at around 3 p.m. I rode the number 1 train from Van Courtlandt Park in the Bronx to South Ferry in lower Manhattan. The ride lasted about an hour. Like stated earlier, this should’ve been just another ride I had to take on the subway, but to my surprise it was a different experience. Without the disturbance of music and my phone, my senses were focused on everything in my surroundings and with that, the things I’ve observed on my ride were fascinating. This essay will focus on the observations I’ve made about the different riders

It’s a warm Sunday afternoon at Newark International Airport in Newark, New Jersey and my bags are filled with clothes like I am filled with excitement. I close my eyes and imagine the coastal calmess of Barcelona, tounges releasing the Catalan language while I strolled in awe. Take a turn and suddenly it’s the bustling streets of Paris, Seine River bridges and towering landmarks all in the name of liberté, fraternité, et égalité.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Take in the air, the bite of the wind, rush of cars and gaze up at the skyscrapers above. For some, Chicago is just another location, a point on the map, but for me it has a special place in my heart, due to the weather, its stunning beauty and the way it gives me a sense of belonging.

It is midnight in Paris. Candlelight haunts the cobblestone streets, illuminating red roses whose crimson petals serve as poignant mementoes of the city’s recent carnage. Overhead, ensconced in shadows, a French flag sways in the November air — stirred by the mourning of its people. In Place de la République, citizens of the City of Lights encircle in prayer. At the circle’s midpoint, a man stands blindfolded, arms outstretched as strangers embrace him in succession. You blink and find yourself standing directly at the foreigner’s side. His hand extends toward yours. Instinctively, you reach to grasp it.

exhibition of his longing for the familiarity of Paris and the sanctity of his past, a

“Old Paris” was viewed as a collection of picturesque memories, cherished dwellings, close neighborhoods, and lively streets. The people inhabiting “Old Paris” included those in the banlieues

I've lived in this town my whole life, and most of the time that's fine by me. However, in late fall when the sky fills with birds migrating south for the winter, traveling thousands of miles away, I get homesick for places I have never been. Places where the ocean breaks along the coast and meets a city placed along woodlands. Steady waters crashing along the beaches of the West Coast saturating the sand. The city Olympia, Washington as always been a place where I believed I would find comfort in feeling the earth beneath my feet. Almost a sense of missing the rich dirt that my toes never brushed. Views covered with gray skies that skim the mountain peaks in the distance with the aroma of salt from the Pacific filling the cool air. The city

In Edouard Manet’s Gare Saint-Lazare both the progress of Paris and the moderation in the form of preserving old sensibilities can be seen. This work depicts a woman and a girl, the younger of which is looking through a fence at the train station, however, much of her view is hidden both by the figures in the piece and smoke from the trains (Gare Saint-Lazare). These women are looking at progress in the form of trains. Yet, on a deeper level, these trains represent new experiences or, perhaps, the possibility of escape. The gate makes the women look as if they’re behind the bars of a prison representing the harsh restrictions women faced in terms of social expectations placed on them. These expectations are also acknowledged by Gustave Caillebotte in Young Man at his Window which shows the artist’s brother leering at some women alone in the street. Despite the progress in Paris, women were policed by those around them thus this scene is unusual for nineteenth century

We all know the big city that everyone loves to talk about and be a part of the experience of a lifetime which is Los Angeles, also known as L.A. It is one of the most known cities in California and around the world where people’s dreams come true. L.A. is best known for its beaches, entertainment, amusements, and the people around the city. It’s also known as “The City of Angels”, which is the spanish word for “Angeles”. It is the second most populous city in the United States after New York. I’ve always known L.A. as a big part of my life, being born in the city of luxury and fame. Growing up, I never knew how much of a big deal LA was until I was in high school. Being around so much popularity and seeing the opportunities that LA has brought to people was amazing to me. From the sports games, to the concerts, to the famous celebrities walking the red carpets brung so much excitement to me and I was glad to experience all of it.

Amélie is a 2001, French romantic-comedy set in Montmartre, Paris, France during the late 1990s. The film follows Amélie as she wanders through the city, and portrays a variety of perspectives on daily life in the city. The film is set in and around iconic areas of Paris, France, where viewers are given glimpses of classical French architecture and landmarks. This essay will argue that the film Amélie portrays daily Parisian life through a romanticized lens. This essay will offer discussion on how the film provides a commentary on urban life in Paris. The following paragraphs will offer a discussion on the portrayal of the city, the reasoning for these portrayals, how they might affect the audience and how such portrayals impact one’s

It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth shaking sound that’s mixed with sound of a hurricane that’s just the aeroplane taking off from the city airport. The mouth watering smell of the local bakery down the road lingers through my nose, I can taste those freshly baked scones in my mouth from here.

It all started with the most exhilarating train ride ever. It was about four hours long, and we were going so fast that the world around me seemed non-existent. The trees were whizzing by so quick that I could hardly see what color they were. The food that was served melted in my mouth making me want more with every bite. Although I never wanted the train to stop, nothing could ever compare to what was awaiting my family and I when we stepped off the train. The aroma of the different types of food from a variety of places coming together to make my mouth water. Seeing the bustling streets of Paris filled with people as amazed as we were trying to take in the scenery that was so vast, it seemed like years before we could visit it all. I was so excited to see what awaited us in the days to come.