Paris is Love
Music in the City of Lights.
Paris is love
Oh how I long to be sitting in a café sipping on an allongé
Watching the people go by, the sky white and overcast and dreary
Avenue Ledru Rollin
Where the server knows me
Greets me with a smile as I settle into my normal spot
A book cracked open
And I sit for hours making my way through
Counting the pages but losing the time
French words come alive before me
I am in my element
Journaling
Everything is more meaningful done amongst others
I listen to the sounds of traffic
But mostly get lost in my music
Airpods in
A soundtrack for the action surrounding me
People watching like in a movie
Some strolling, but most marching with determination
Approached by a young man who wants to take my photo
Anything can happen
Take me back
Drop, drop, drop, drop it like it’s hot
Pulling on a little black dress
Talking, chattering
Surrounded by friends
Getting ready for a night out
Blasting our party playlist
Wine bottles and Makeup
Out on the streets
Buzzed
Dance party
A boat on the river Seine
Music pounding
Vibrations
Another drink
And another
The French songs fill the room
I scream along to every word
Messy, sloppy
Drunken bliss
I am a lunatic
Packed, pushed up against strangers
Sweat, the room is spinning
Pulsating
Pumping
Heart thumping
A night to remember
