Just got out of a wonderful and relaxing bubble bath. I love baths. It’s such a time for me to unwind and be still. And, with all the walking I’ve been doing here, it’s also nice to let my feet have a good soak every night.

Something that I so enjoy about Paris, are all the parks. Or maybe I should refer to them as Squares, since that’s what most of the signs say. Really they do resemble a small park, and there are numerous ones throughout any arrondissement, if you’re looking.

I find all of them to be charming, a gem of an oasis in the midst of a metropolis. Of course, they all have statues that are centuries old, and come with a story along the lines of some king or explorer or priest who deemed the area as godly or important or both for such and such a reason.

Captivating green spaces in Paris with history. Yeah. I’m done.

I keep trying to find more of these squares. I know I could look them up online or ask around, but, it’s just so much more fun to find them on my own. To stumble upon them after rounding a street. That’s my idea of a thrill. I know, am I boring you yet?

The later part of today proved to be overcast and rainy. A brief, off and on rain that subsided within an hour. I took this picture right as the first sprinkles fell in the Luxembourg Gardens.

You know my favorite thing about being here is just simply being here. I find myself sitting, or stopping frequently just to soak it in. To memorize the sounds of forks hitting plates, laughter, traffic. The smell of a cigar as I pass by Le Panthéon.

It’s walking the neighborhoods. Wandering aimlessly. Stopping at cafés when I feel like it. Going into boutiques. Oh, the gorgeous boutiques. The store windows alone are a work of art.

I am completely head over heels for all the extraordinary art. The literature. The food. The fresh baguettes and those delectable pain au chocolats. And the people.

Parisians get a bad rap for bogus reasons. They might seem a bit rough around the edges and rude, but they embrace you. There is a warmth that’s there, under that thick, no nonsense exterior.

These days pass by like a dream.

Maybe, I thought today, as I sat with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower infront of me,  this is what it is supposed to be — a walking, living dream every day. Straight out of our wildest fantasies. That it can be this good day in and day out. That we deserve it to be this good and this sweet.

And why not?