I love Paris in the spring time
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris, why oh why do I love Paris
Because my love is here
Cole Porter
Why oh why do I love Paris?
Because of:
To the red clay courts of Roland Garros.
Luscious bites of exquisite pastry.
Courtside planters filled with red geraniums.
Used bookstalls along the River Seine
Gorgeous golden light with long shadows late in the day.
Sunset picnic’s on the Pont des Arts
Cool artist designed trays in the media cafeteria.
Café Mabillion, open around the clock for whatever food or drink you may need.
Shopping at the Roland Garros shop with great clay colored clothing.
Beaujolais, Boursin and crusty French Baguette, under the shade of a market umbrella.
French Impressionist art, in a former railway station now the beautiful Musee D’Orsay
Rafa prancing and pumping on Court Philippe Chatrier
Spotting players strolling along the Champs -Elysees
Photos from the top of Court Suzanne Lenglen
Dancing the night away at Club Man Ray
Chic fans sporting designer attire
Larger than life Bronzes of the four Musketeers, the team that won the Davis cup six times, from 1927 to 1932 in the Place des Mousquetaires
Notre Dame, the scent of incense, flickering candles, stained glass windows, whispered prayers
Guga who used his racquet to trace a heart on the red clay when he won in 2001.
Yes, I love Paris, come with me, and for the next fourteen days, experience the love, agony and ecstasy of the very French, French Open.
