I Dream Of Paris…

…because some of my fondest memories were born there.

Because if I try hard enough, I can still smell the flowers in the park and the lily of the valley perfume I tried on in the perfumery.

Because I can still taste the crisp Sancerre on my tongue and smell the savory rabbit on my plate.

Because I miss the cool morning walks to the local café for breakfast.

And the scowl of the gargoyle…

And the towering Eiffel…

 

And the sculpture gardens…

 

And the chocolate! Oo-la-la!

And the style!

Ah Paris! It has been much too long! But I will always see you in my dreams!