Our last morning in Le Marais, Paris promised to be beautiful. I looked out of our hotel window and saw the sun begin to rise, and set out for one last walk...
Crossing the Seine to the Ile de la Cite
and its wonderful banks,
and elegant Parisian apartments.
The sun bathed the trees in gold,
downspouts awaited a rainfall,
doorways beckoned to be pushed open,
benches devoid of tourists sighed in relief,
and the first signs of autumn littered the cobblestoned streets.
I felt all alone in Paris,
and drunk in the sights,
moving silently past early commuters,
and closed shops,
Reluctantly I returned to our hotel to pack. In two hours we were at the airport waiting for our return flight. I miss Paris. Je t'aime Paris.