Eating baguettes and grilled chicken cordon bleu sandwiches at Jules Verne,
Up in the Eiffel Tower, overlooking everyone.
Trying croissants and coffee at a cafe, table for one.
Walking down cobble sidewalks, in the morning, dim skies, no crowd, breathing in new air.
Buying flowers at a florist shop,
Visiting Mona Lisa,
And just getting lost.
Macaroons and french films,
Eating hard bread,
And softening chocolates,
Napoleons tomb,
And the arc de triumphe,
A new language engrossing my tongue,
And new air filling my lungs.