Every so often I find myself missing Paris. But the Paris I miss is never Paris during the day- always during the night. Walking by the Eiffel Tower, and taking it for granted. It's so hard not to, when you live there, but now I know I might never see it again.
Cafes on every corner, always filled to bursting with waiters pouring wine like it was water.
Sacre Coeur in
Montemarte.
Bridges, lending themselves to moonlight contemplation.
And always the Arc
de Triomphe, with cars whizzing beneath it.
It always seems to come back to France for me. Today I find myself longing for Giverny. 
When I was there it was hot; so much so that it could have been miserable. But the place defies misery.
Roses are springing up everywhere.
Lily pads float effortlessly on clear water.
And all around, it is calm.
Every so often I find myself missing Paris. But the Paris I miss is never Paris during the day- always during the night. Walking by the Eiffel Tower, and taking it for granted. It's so hard not to, when you live there, but now I know I might never see it again.
Cafes on every corner, always filled to bursting with waiters pouring wine like it was water.
Sacre Coeur in Montemarte.
Bridges, lending themselves to moonlight contemplation.
And always the Arc de Triomphe, with cars whizzing beneath it.
