The spring air is intoxicating. The sun gently warms your skin, a light breeze makes the tree leaves shiver and the flowers tremble, as the atmosphere fills with distinct scents of peony, freesia and carnation. The Seine flows lazily, the water shimmers and glows, reflecting playfully chestnut trees and willows on its’ mirrory surface. Fresh baguettes, croissants and coffee complete the aromas of the morning and the bell towers of Notre Dame resonate throught the city. I can never get enough of this city. Art is present everywhere dominating all of your senses. The smells, the sounds the tastes, the visions of beauty, the feel of each limestone, the silkness of every flower, the velvety taste of deep red wine. My soul only rests in Paris, it is where I belong.

08/04/2016