Springtime in Paris

I have often dreamt of visiting Paris and each time the visual landscape is of spring.  I imagine the streets to be lined with pink, budded blossoms and flower shops on every corner.  The air would be filled with a fragrant mixture of fresh baguettes and the recently fallen rain. I can’t think of anything more romantic than taking my husband to the City of Lights to fall in love all over again.  He speaks French and I just know we would eat up every last ounce of what Paris has to offer.  Socializing with the natives while exploring quaint restaurants that serve an unforgettable palette, and finally pausing a moment to soak in the music of La Vie En Rose as it plays through the streets of Paris. Paris would be indisputably enchanting . . . or as the French would say, “Enchanté.”