Paris

A breeze searches its way down the tunnel of a metro station,
as we wait for the train that’ll take us to our next destination -
On hitting the streets the air smells of Parisian bliss,
we knowingly start to make our way, now that we’re well seasoned tourists -
On seeing the sights that we’ve seen countless times before,
we stroll around the city we’ve now come to love and adore -
Walking through a park under the autumn filled trees,
we stop to take it all in, resting in a typically french brassiere.

~ by Dave on October 22, 2009.