I love France. I love Paris.
The beautiful music you hear where ever you go/Old vinyls spinning in every little store, typically Juliette Gréco, that just sets the mood for a slow-moving day/Making your first stop at a small baker, buying baguette to last you through the day/Continuing by the waterside, until you reach a small stand where French books are sold/Moving on through Paris, smiling and waving – trying out my sparse French every now and then/Bonjour, mademoiselle/Letting the warm summer night take over, slowly pushing the sun below the rooftops/Go to a small jazz club, where the music takes you in – expands your mind/Taking the walk home through the narrow streets with my loved one in my arms, while we sing songs of love and happiness.
All about our fantasy of once walking around the streets of Paris.
Of making Paris the city we believe it to be.
The place to live.