Paris Is Always A Good Idea

I would fly to you,

Whether it was for ten hours,

Or ten months.

Just to walk your cobbled streets,

And gaze out your cafe windows,

With a truly divine coffee.

I could spend all day,

Walking in your parks.

No matter the weather,

In fact I have.

I sit listening in awe of your language, Dreaming of the day, I'll be better at it.

Nowhere does architecture quite like you,

I dream of your bread every night,

And crave your wine all the time.

As cliché as it is,

Paris is my place.

It's where I feel truly whole.

- Words and photography by Kirsty Taylor