Lunchtime In Paris

I miss Paris, and I find myself missing the most unlikely things. The cobbled streets of the Marais, St. Germain and the Latin Quarter. Zinc rooftops in the rain. Wandering street markets. The intoxicating perfume of the boulangeries. Late afternoon light glancing off the honey-colored stones of the Place de la Concorde's facades. That magical interlude between daylight and darkness, anywhere along the Seine as you watch the lights of the city come alive. Sitting on the steps of the Sacre Coure and looking down from the hills of Montemare as you take in all the City of Lights has to offer. Being whisked past iconic architecture and historic monuments on a night tour of the most beautiful city in the world. Catching glimpses of the Hôtel de Ville, the Palais de Chaillot, the Grand Palais and the Petit Palais, the Louvre, the Conciergerie, and the Gothic towers of Notre Dame before coming to rest at the feet of the Eiffel Tower - it was and IS so spine-tingling.

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