Le Premeir Jour

Ahh, Paris, you have called to so many. For centuries your elegance has remained strong despite adversities endured, you continued to refine and inspire countless artistes, poets, auteurs, scientifiques, et beaucoup plus. But now as I sit in Saint Germain I wonder is it you who is being called? For with all of your spirit and the spirit of those who reign over your grand existence, the spirit of those who believe in your dreams and joie de vivre, are you being called forth, to remain true to this spirit, this spirit that has chosen you?

With the endless streams of technology, Starbucks, and Forever 21’s invading your cobblestone streets, will your spirit prevail as it once did against the evilest of empires? Is the world looking at you Paris to rise forth and set the boundaries for humanity and naturellement to art?

It is my great hope that you Paris can oh so eloquently whisper your poise, your grace, and your beauty into the infectious powers of global greed. Merci Paris for all of your offerings and for the hope you give to tout le monde.

Stay True,

M