Anthology

Le Marveilleux Paris`

narrative

Exhilirated. Drowned by the parfume' scented air, every muscle and sinew came alive 
seduced by the art and poetry of the city. The glass pinnacles of Palais de Louvre, 
the rococco trimmings and renaissance architecture of Versailles, the seemingly 
endless rows of topiaries and gardens, the water fountains with elaborate baroque designs,
the museums are fattened with art of glories past, spilling over with gold gilded
paintings and marble sculptures, with the headless, winged Samothrace` standing tall and proud.
Le Tour de Eiffel, towering everyone and everything, the sentinel,
The keeper of the city, illuminant la nuit.

Ahhh and not to forget- les beaux toits which i have loved at first sight-
where doves like the lovers of the land serenade each other with sonnets and songs.
Like a dream i wandered along the River Seine and with flushed cheeks 
i looked away as the lovers in your arms kiss with abandon. Invisible. Invincible.

The streets filled quickly with the mouth watering aroma of baking pastries in the morning- 
extravagantly displayed in jeweled cases like royal treasure: 

Crepe`s au fromage, caramel au buerre, tarte au fraises`, le` macarons. 
Mmmm...nourriture exquis`.

And the beautiful offerings from the breath-catching parfumerie`, boutique de robes,
and Artisan chocolateries which dotted every corner of the city. 

Ahh joie de vivre`! I left my heart in Paris....but I will come back again for you-
le marveilluex Paris`!