3.51 am
It's funny how some places just feel more magic than others.
Have you ever been to Paris in springtime? People write songs about it. You know that something is special when someone bothers to write a song about it.
Paris in springtime, is different to any other place in the entire world. Maybe it's the storybook roads, maybe it's the softness of the air on one's cheeks, maybe it's the way that one's capacity to love and be loved is heightened to the tip of the Eiffel Tower.
Whatever it is, I'm of the mind that Paris holds the whispered sweet nothings of ancient lovers, blown out of love-stained lips and weaving their way through the sweet Parisian cherry blossom breeze. And I'll not let anyone persuade me otherwise.
Particularly after my Springtime in Paris.
YOU ARE READING
En Air
Romance'I don't believe in magic,' said the young boy. The old man smiled. 'You will when you meet her.'
