Bienvenue Paris!

Paris in springtime was absolutely lovely. Classic, elegant, romantic, refined... I felt as if we had stepped back in time to an era of pristine grace and gratitude for unashamed sensual pleasure. The smells coming from corner Boulangeries (bakeries) and sidewalk Brasseries (upscale cafe`s) were simply divine. The charming window trimmings and large wooden doors that lined the streets, flowering trees in bloom, colorful fruit stands and fabulous fashionistas strutting their way to work or study all had an amazing way of catching the eye and tempting one's step to stumble. We visited museums and cathedrals where ancient masterpieces gleamed over our heads and inspired our imaginations. We tasted ton ton (raw beef) and chocolate-filled crepes; enjoyed dark espressos and buttery baguettes... and paid way too much for all of it. And most of all, we walked abroad and embraced a culture so unlike our own. We found respect, admiration, temptation and desire for greatness beyond ourselves. And we left gratefully; completely satisfied and lacking nothing whatsoever. We only took with us a sidewalk print of the sparkling Eiffel Tower in the magical twilight of this fairy-tale city. A fairy tale we hope our future children (especially little girls) will dream of and see come true someday. Until then, dear Paris, we bid thee adieu!