PARIS IS WAITING

Paris is waiting, doing her thing. 

The metros are running. The Seine is rushing.  The gold archangels are glinting.  The people are encased in their big scarves, including the men, eschewing lipstick while indulging in eyeliner thicker than Cleopatra's.  The teeny cars are everywhere, and everyday somebody somewhere flies off their motorbike.  And every night the Eiffel Tower lights up and glitters and glows.

PARIS--

I can taste it, I can smell it, I can feel it, I can hear it.

Last year I went to Paris for six weeks.  Everyone told me to have an affair. So I did.  WITH PARIS.

Now I'm going back. 

Amen.