a dream in paris

Paris. The city of love. The city of lights. The city of cafes and cobbled streets and baguettes. If only I could go to Paris again. Sit at a corner cafe', drink my hot chocolate, read some dashing novel, stare out at the hustle and bustle of people rushing to and fro while listening faintly to crooning French music. It would start to rain and the sea of umbrellas would awaken the dreamer in me.