Paris, je t'aime!

Je coeur Paris. I can't help it. From its triumphant arches down to its cobblestone streets; its Art Nouveau metro stops with their graceful Amelie accordian music; its myriad offerings of cheese and the cheap wine that accompanies them so well. I love it I love it I love it. Even its prickish French inhabitants. Relax, have a cigarette, you're in Paris.

I want to live in Paris, and not least among the reasons is that half the city takes the month of August off work, and the other half content themselves with a mere two weeks away from the office. Forget the Spanish siesta. What's four hours in the afternoon when you can take a month off in the summer? Don't answer that, it's rhetorical, but if you're still wondering, the answer is nothing. So if ya like, come visit me in Paris next year, I'll be there eleven months out of twelve, but come the summertime, it's the Tahitian life for me, and the only architecture I'll be thinking of is grass huts on a beach with a view of the sea.

Care for a frog leg?