Wishing for Paris

I miss the French way of life

Living simple

Pinch of salt

Fresh morning air

And just right

We made our way through

The streets of Paris

On foot we passed

The Louvre

To coffee shops

and small bakery

Learning of French culture

Talking to the people

Sharing in a laugh

Maybe a smoke

Nothing moved to fast

Not quite to slow

We made friends wherever we would go

On the train

We learned about history


And coffee

Shared meals so splendid and simple

On rivers bustling and broad

I miss France


Is on my mind

The bread was fresh

The pastries delicate

And new

This was new to me

I had never loved these foods

As I did then

And do now


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