Olivier, 44 ✓ Verified

'Why does one fall in love with Paris? Because of the nacreous pallor that sometimes transfigures the trees and statues in Luxembourg gardeens; because of the sacred massiveness of Notre Dame, and the fragrance of anise and red wine and female perfumes in the little bistros, and the obsolete glamor of certain restaurents and theaters and hotels, and the shabby coziness of Montmartre, and the ludicrous pretensions of Montparnasse, and because of the charmingly hoarse voices of the duchess, and the treacherous innocence of the pimps and the poets; and because of the brioches and the mousse au chocolat, and the Champs-Elysees, and the Camembert cheese, and the propesterous grandeur of the Eiffel Tower...'