I love your flaky croissants.
I love your girls. Those with pretty mariniere, scarves and coats. The famous parisienne.
I love all your shops and all the cafes.
I love your macaroons.
I love your merlot.
I love how you make me think of Coco and Jane all the time. And sometimes Bardot too come across my mind.
I even sorta love your flabbergasted waiters. Oh yes I think they are adorable.
I love your lights.
And how they make me feel at night, staring at you, and pinch myself just to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I love every second.