Eiffel Tower a photo by litlesam on Flickr.
Paris, the city of lights was everything I had hoped for. I sat at sidewalk cafes. I walked along the West Bank. I saw all of the sights. And then there was the Eiffel Tower, the crown jewel of Paris. I will never forget my first view of the tower, the elevator ride to the top, and the view of the Seine from the Tower. My mother used to sing the song "I Love Paris" when I was a child. It was a favorite of hers. She never got to Paris. But when I climbed up the Eiffel Tower her voice was with me singing that song all the way to the top.
I returned to Paris again eight years later. I was concerned that it would be a let down. I was afraid it was not be as magical the second time. I was wrong. I have done a lot traveling between my first visit to Paris and the second. I have seen many beautiful cities. But for me nothing compares to Paris.
I will return to Paris again. And I know it will woo me and charm me once more. Marilyn and Jane will be at the cafe. My mother will be singing. And I will be making the fantasy a reality once more.
whether blue or gray be her skies.
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,
more and more do I realize:
I love Paris in the springtime.
I love Paris in the fall.
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.
I love Paris every moment,
every moment of the year.
I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near." (Cole Porter)
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