Paris

The air smells like fresh yeast bread and delicious pastries.
The people say good morning and kiss each other on each cheek.
The blue sky shines like a star alone in the darkness of night.
People pass smelling like roses and fresh linens,
and the Children laugh and whine about not getting a cupcake.
It's almost relaxing here in the world of Paris.
It's strange and almost alien to me.
The family stay together and people get up early and are helpful.
They even tell you the best places to see.
They even invite you over; you, a complete stranger.
This is the grand city of Paris