Back to Paris… Again…

I love it when I wake up in a different city, and today this city is Paris. The smell of the coffee from the cafe across the street is tugging me out of my cocoon, coaxing me to half-sleepwalk to my clothes so I can bundle up and make my way down the ancient stairway across the courtyard to the dim lights shining through the windows of the cafe. As I approach, the smell of warm baguette and viennoiserie embrace me as I approach.