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Don’t I wish.

But I can pretend.

Use my imagination.

The grey sky and rainy, chilly day sure help.

And sitting in a little café where the walls are the color of Dijon mustard does too.

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Where the menu is written (mostly) in French—jambon, maison, saucisson, plate du jour…

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Avec l’atmosphère différente

Where the waitresses have a not-from-here-accent

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And the coffee is perfectly smooth (no need to add sugar) with a milky foam on top

(As soft as whipped cream)

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It’s warm and cozy and lively inside

But every time someone opens the door a chilly brrrr-eeze blows the napkin from my lap

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A house-made, hot right out of the oven quiche with leeks and roasted tomatoes—the filling so fluffy, how do they do that?—that sells out in 10 minutes, warms me up

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As does the view of a hot skillet with salt cod, potatoes, and cream sauce

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Or a perfect paté

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It starts to feel as if it’s not only pretend

I’m in Paris

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When we take a brisk walk in downtown grey

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On our way to the musée to see l’exposition de Gauguin

(No photos allowed inside)

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Just like it was in Paris, 15 years ago—I will never forget.

(Back then I had a un chapeau rouge (red hat), now a coat)

A morning that started with café au lait and fresh, made that morning, croissant, followed by a visit to Musée d’Orsay on a gray September day

All I have to do is wait a few years until the kids grow up enough to appreciate a trip to Paris…

Kids! Grow up!

In the meantime, I dream.
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