I left my window open last night. September is a warm month. The sun woke me up earlier than the usual and before I opened my eyes - just as every day - I wished I was in Paris.
A moment later I turned to my pillow disappointed that I wasted my wish one more time. I don't want to get out of bed if I don't have the smell of the river, the busy streets, the endless art galleries and those the little cafes in Montmarte.
I've always called London "the love of my life" but... Paris was just a three - day - affair I'l never be able to forget.

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