At some point in life, it is just nice to dream like you’re in Paris. No matter what season, it’s lovely, but Paris in the Springtime is magical. The city has a soundtrack all its own. When the wind blows, the falling petals of cherry blossoms provide beauty, and street musicians singing songs from the past add cadence. The buildings basking in the sunshine resonate harmony. As the song goes, “… more and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime.”
“Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.” – Paris, je t’aime
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