Love from Paris

Turning a corner in Paris, I soon realise, is like unwrapping a gift. Round each one is something new to be discovered and I breathe it all in. There might only be a tunnel separating us, but Paris feels a million miles away from London. Wrapped up in a language that sounds so wonderful that I keep catching myself eavesdropping on conversations, even though I have no clue what's being said, I see something gorgeous everywhere I look.
Coorection: gawp. I'm not kidding. I spend half the time pinned to the spot staring at things with my mouth wide open.
No wonder this city has inspired so many love stories, I reflect, as I weave my way through cobbled backstreets and onto wide boulevards. Paris is just so seductive. Even the harshest cynic couldn't fail to be charmed by the romance coming out of every cobble, every hidden courtyard, every snippet of French and whiff of a Gauloise cigarette.