Couples take sunbaths, friends share baguette sandwiches and the daily news, and boats of tourists float by on the Seine River during a 65 degree afternoon in February. I sit with my eyes closed, back perched against the stone slanted wall behind me, absorbing all the sensations surrounding this experience. The first warm breeze of spring grazes my cheeks and arm hair. The music of a distant guitar flutters in and out of my ears. I hear equally the sound of barge-made waves hitting the bank beside my feet as I can the faint murmur of cars cruising on Rue de Rivoli behind my back. I feel the cool stones upon which I lay seep through my clothing and into my body. The sun warms me from the opposite direction simultaneously which creates a feeling of pure contentedness.
This afternoon, Paris is my dream man.
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