seduce me one more time

Oh Paris, you've done it again.

You've taken me in your arms, even if only for a few days, and reminded me how to live passionately.

You are a city of beauty, charm, romance and sweet seduction.

Every boutique window in your city is a work of art, a still life waiting to be admired. At boulangeries, pastries sit perched on shelves like delicious figurines.

On your small sidewalks immaculately dressed men and women sit at cafes and take in each moment of their cafe crème or kir before dinner.

Every day is filled with precious moments.

In Pierre Herme a vanilla macaron melted in my mouth, the texture smooth and moist, the rich vanilla cream making my senses scream with pleasure. I could have begged for more, but it was so perfect that one was enough.

Under the dim lights of a Moroccan restaurant one evening, I travelled to an exotic country. I was charmed by the dark haired waiters, thirsty for the owner's mint infused mojitos, taken away by the herb stuffed fish and vegetable tanjine, and left drunk, happy, and wandering the streets for hours.

Oh Paris, it was hard to leave you once more, my mind, body and taste buds enriched by your presence.

But I had to leave, and I dragged my worn ballet slippers to the train station, my suitcase heavy with gourmet food, rolling awkwardly through your small streets.

I know you will miss me too. Because you know that I take pleasure in you, that I visit your patisseries with childish pleasure, that I charm your waiters, compliment your chefs, and admire every haute couture creation.

But don't worry mon amour, I will return, this love affair is far too good to be over just yet.