Ah, Paris.

I do enjoy your familiar sights

with splendid red doors

and your museums

with piles of statues

and Cycladic fertility statues

and other Humanities references

and your artist mansions

with abundant roses and shushing bushes

and other sights from a good movie

and ornate lamposts

and medieval treasures

and giant chess sets

which are quickly overrun by hipsters, seniors, and school groups

and bustling arrondissements

and your delicious gyros

and chocolate shops

with shiny wall displays

which compete with glowing ink displays

in awesome stationary stores

and so many more delights that make you a city I’m happy to come back to again and again.