… I can’t express how much I miss you sometimes!
I miss the smell of fresh baguettes and croissants from the bakery next door
I miss turning around a corner and unexpectantly seeing the Eiffel Tower from a new perspective
I miss the full streets of busy people all day and night long
I miss the many friends I have met
I miss the metro with its unending corridors and the quiet music finding its way to you from some artist playing his guitar
I miss my little studio, where everything was soooo tiny, but also so comfy
I miss going through a street for the tenth time and still being surprised
I miss the walks on the Canal St. Martin
I miss the countless picnics all over the city
I miss the nights at Pont des Arts with its countless locks attached by couples to declare their everlasting love
I miss these things and many, many more
but in the end can be summed up in this indescribable feeling that comes up when I see a picture of Paris …
Paris, I miss you.