Remembering Paris...

The day always began with a coffee and a croissant at Cafe Flore on Blvd St Germain. There we watched the commuters making their way to work - and we lived vicariously and were kept bouyant by the energy they generated as their dainty shoes tapped on the sidewalk. We spent hours sitting there watching the world go by. After all, could there be a more beautiful world to watch than the one laid out before you in Paris. Ah Paris, until we meet again...