Everything was so french..
Everytime i would walk down that long lighted street i would ask myself..why have i agreed to come again..
Maybe that french vanilla flavour in their ice-cream..their sparkeling lights and their sidewalk kisses..
The sound of their cool chats..although it is the city of light..but it’s not loud..sounds are respected..
And roses and choclates..were adding to the view some sweetness..especially when u pass by one of these proud painters that would make u the greatest portrait with no word spoken..their magical hand would make a few touches on the paper and voila!!
Every artist i saw on the street or in some mall dress that french flavour..
I couldn’t help but staring when i would see some artist who can’t read or write and he talks fluent french…
And i will never forget wadee3 elsafi sitting next to me in this cafe with his son..they looked so alike and they sounded so alike and they started telling us their love story with paris..
George..his son was already living their for years and he played the violin professionally..
He was so nice..and he kept humming some of his songs which made the french vanilla in the air..cinnamonly spicy:)
That elegant language becomeآ colder when u hear it their..but i am sure that if i would go to paris now..i would have a great time..no doubt!!
Who would i wanna take with me??!!