Paris In The Springtime

In 1982 I spent my first spring in Paris.

I fell in love that season.

Not with a woman, but a city.

The Seine at dawn.

Le Louvre.

Pigalle.

Croissants and crepes.

My friends.

And I still love Paris

Pour toujours.

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