The first time I saw the Louvre pyramid, it was raining so hard the city felt abandoned. Midnight, soaked shoes, and the kind of cold that makes your teeth ache. I expected to feel cinematic, but mostly I just felt alone—until I realized I was. No crowds, no selfie sticks, just the glass pyramid reflecting streetlights and the sound of rain hitting stone. It wasn’t magic. It was honest. Sometimes the best travel moments aren’t the ones you plan for—they’re the ones you stumble into when you’re too tired to care about the perfect photo. That night, Paris belonged to nobody but me. #Travel #NightWanderer #TravelUnfiltered