I love Paris in the spring... how about you..? ;) ;)
A Parisian street.
A Parisian café. A Parisian indifferent waiter swaying leisurely between indifferently calm customers. All of them deep in hazy thoughts. Leisurely sipping the Day from the china cups. At 07:30 in the morning.
I love Paris in the spring.
St Germain, Montmartre
Have I not walked these streets before? Has the blown wind not into my face?
Have I not stood in the corner …at the very edge of Edith Piaf’s song?
Have I not been a Parisian Mademoiselle before?
Familiar sounds and smells. The mist I recognize, the story I’ve heard.
I love Paris in the spring.
Chilly rain bluntly on my shoulders…
Stepping into a shapeless puddle…towards the Notre Dame. Not feeling lonely. Cold fingers holding a paper cup with flavorless hot Latte. Sentimentally lost in a foreign city.
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