We never talk about Paris.
The Champs de Mars.
The café off Rue de Monttessuy.
Or the twilight strolls, along the river Seine.
We never talk about the boulevards.
Rue de la Paix.
Or the simplistic grandeur of the Champs-Élysées.
We never talk about Versailles.
Or Saturday mornings, spent at Musée d’Orsay.
We never discuss the 7th.
La Tour Eiffel.
Or the well-appointed flat, at 225 Rue de l’Université.
These were his most joyful moments.
In La Ville-Lumière.
Why don’t we talk about Paris?
Implode. Part LXXXV – DK