It was an exceptional weekend in Paris. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and it seemed as if everyone was outside soaking up the sunshine. It was probably a weekend very similar to this one that inspired Cole Porter to write I Love Paris.
Every time I look down on this timeless town,
Whether blue or gray be her skies,
Whether loud be her cheers or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize,
That I love Paris in the spring time,
I love Paris in the fall,
I love Paris in the winter, when it drizzles
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles
|People lounging on the bank of the Seine|
I love Paris every moment,
Every moment of the year,
|The Grand Canal at Versailles|
I love Paris, why oh, why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near