if you weren't real, i would make you up. now

Paris smells like coffee at every step. like perfume. almost everywhere. like history. at each street corner. like green, trees, flowers. like sad people every now and then and bohemian people on its chic streets. like loneliness the way that only cosmopolitan cities can smell. like white, yummy and warm baguettes. like chocolate. like music. like tourists. every single day of the year. like cheese and champagne. like Seine. like luxury. like humble people that come here to change their lives. from other less fortunate places. and if you get to Paris, you never want to leave again.

at least that's what a whisper told me.