It always happens. Winter gives me the blues, I grow weary of mundane gray skies and the gloomy blank stares of passersby. Then spring comes, and I fall back in love with Paris. Spring came twice this year. This morning I went for a jog with someone special along the Champ de Mars behind the Eiffel Tower. The fog hung low in the sky creating a surreal bubble around the park. The trees and flowers were in full bloom, and I couldn't help but think that this was a perfect moment.
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