Jan H. wrote a visual poem about traveling back to Paris. Pareee....ah, city of light. I asked in a comment if she might not take me in her suitcase. I would love to stroll the streets with her, listen to the jazzy accordions and eat oysters in the raw. And oh, the museums...would love to go to the Louvre and spend days there. As for the champagne, I think I will pass on that. More then one drink leaves me laying horizontal on the floor.
Yes, Paris....that would certainly be better then the French Pavilion at Epcot Center.
Time to return
J'entends the siren call
I must make a reservation
So, Jan.....can I come?