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.