Paris

We slept all night with the windows open

No bugs

Maybe that's why everyone sits outside here

There are no consequences

Jullian showed us volleyball 

He spoke of his cousin the futbol player
Paul romanticized the South of France 

He won't live in Paris

It's been raining mostly but we don't mind the rain  

We sleep until two in the afternoon mostly

Our room is soft

The view is simple and sweet

Today we will meet someone near The Louvre

Who will give us something to bring on our journey

Then the Eiffel Tower that so many have spoken about 

Will speak to us as though we've known it for years

Paris is quiet 

The buildings are humble

The air is crisp 

And the people are people

Photo by Sadie Myers.  Words by Dustin Whitehead