The streets, they sing [129]

Greetings from Paris

The thunder abated and the rains stopped. All that was left from the storm were the glassy Parisian streets. After the deserts of New Mexico I was looking forward to a walk in the wet but it was dry by the time I’d finished breakfast.

I’m in Paris. Again. Twice in the same year. Yes I feel lucky.

There is something about this city I can’t quite put my fi…