YOUTH AND HOPE
Paris in the spring brings such memories of youth and hope. The city has a charm only unto itself. No other city shares such a charm nor could attain it. There is a certain way the sun shines on Paris that allows the city to not only absorb it but embody it. Even the rain drizzles in a melodramatic way that gives the city its coquettish flair. How does Paris do that? How does it make everyone fall in love with it? Perhaps the magic comes from the sound of the beautiful French language.