The thing about Paris is that it's an entire planet. The rest of us live on moons that revolve around it but don't quite have the same atmosphere, or the number of trees.
It isn't the lights or the grand buildings, or even the streets and the cafes. It is the sheer teaming dancing life of it, the life of the body and the life of the mind and the cacophony of stories that spill out like eggs into an omelette pan that make the city such an ecstacy.
I cannot describe the Seine any more than I can describe the collective sound of the human voice, the flowing essence of a billion whispers from the past and a million shouts of joy infused with tears and wine. And along side of it flows a river of humanity in all its shapes, colors and ages.
Make me a raindrop that falls on this city, gushes through its streets, seeps into the cobblestones, rises as vapor, and swirls into its lungs and bloodstream. There let me flow for a lifetime in and out of the heart of Paris.
