S'envole une chanson ( Under the Parisian Sky, flies a song) ' Edith Piaf, Sous le Ciel de Paris.
She saw him
Under the Parisian Sky:
Young, bold, a little sunburn gracing
the side of his eyebrows.
She saw him a statue of perfection
In a place not her own.
The skies of Paris were no different than
A summer's breezy brush against her
plisse skin.
She had imagined Paris of the accordions
Paris of the croissants, of art and old hunchbacks
She had seen this Paris anew:
She had seen the lights
And Bercy and the Opera houses
She had fallen in love with Paris without
tasting her, she had fallen into the romantic slip
of long summery nights and old film reels
While she sat near the dusty window
A book perched itself in the gaps on her lap
And she stared once again at the last
point of departure destination: uncertain.
Photo not my own, google search.
Cool one
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