I think I left my heart in Paris.
There something about that city that draws me in. Everyone is so chic – every woman I walked passed wore red lipstick like a statement. The architecture of every building, on every street, holds history as if the city is immune to the everyday changes in this new modern age. The smell of coffee and cigarettes hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future. Who needs love when you can have an affair with the city.