PARIS, THE CITY OF LOVE

Paris, the city of love, the city of life. It really had been the key to my heart. But that had been before I had discovered him, discovered the one who had been my Paris, the one who had been my Paris, the one who had unlocked my heart.

It had been a dreamy Sunday afternoon. The sun had begun to set in the distance, bathing the city in a baby pink and murky purple light. I had been sitting in one of my favourite cafes, ‘Café de Flore’ they called it. A warm cup of coffee had sat gently within my hands and as I sipped I looked out into the distance, watching the various comings and going’s of Paris.