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.   
