My Little Paris

It is clear from these archives that I am an unabashed, and unrequited, Parisiophile. I read books about Paris. Especially about dining there. I look at maps. Photos. I even look at luxury real estate ads from Paris on line. Just to prepare myself for the day when I set foot in La Ville Lumiere.

To that end, I also get a few email newsletters about and from Paris. My Little Paris is a wonderful one. It is written for the lady Parisiophile, but it is equally enjoyable to all.

Take, for example, the text of the most recent MLP effort, entitled "Good Morning Paris":

Sunday morning, 8:30 a.m. The baker is ravishing his first client, snorers are winding down their purring and Paris is slowly waking up. And you? As you enjoy those first, soft sunbeams, you're just on time for a secret ride around town on an electrical bicycle.

If anything could make me take a ride around town on an electrical bicycle, this paragraph is it. I may well do it. Once I arrive. Until then, I will continue to enjoy the mailings from MLP which, for a few minutes, transport me there. Meanwhile, there is great French music on the internet, poems, photos, maps, and the wine and cheese of course. In the immortal words of Johnny Mercer...

Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You'll find your share of memories there
So dream when the day is through
Dream and they might come true...
Just dream...dream...dream.

Lovely web sites like My Little Paris help us to do just that.