# I love you, Paris! (2)

(continuation)

- Excusez-moi, monsieur! - she said.
- There is! I was pissed off to look at that muse that was there in front of me with that fiery hair, rebellious in the origin that was made to run, two turquoise, the most beautiful that I had ever sighted, to look in my direction, Soft, pure, immaculate, candid and with a clear voice, full of candor and honey. - Sorry, did you say something? I asked him; He replied, - I apologize for the trouble I gave
you.-  How distracted I am. - casting me the most beautiful of the smiles that I have seen until the present day. I was delighted and mesmerized. I picked up my things from the floor and introduced myself. - My name is Crown, Alfred Crown. I stretched out my hand to greet her. - Belle Blanche. He answered, stretching out his hand. I do not know why, but I told him I was a tourist, English, and that was my first day in Paris. She, charming, asked me if I was alone. I answered yes. He told me that he worked at a nearby florist, and that if I wanted to, he would show me the zone when I left work. According to her - is the least I can do after this huge encounter.  - I offered to escort you to your place of work and she accepted my offer.

I watched her at a distance and looked at her. A flower in that garden of so many other flowers. I realized right away that I was charmed by that girl. Later, at about seventeen hours, when he left work, we went to a pastry shop, coffee and a small croissant. We exchanged a few words, told him where he was staying and I realized that my trip to France would be resumed, for now, in Paris.

Who says there are only mermaids at sea? Whoever said that, you are wrong! I had just found one, on land, with all the charm and magic that characterizes them.

We meet every day. We strolled through Paris, walked the Champs Elysees, dined at Senna, sailed, visited monuments, but the highlight was when the Eiffel Tower witnessed that passionate kiss that night. Alfred closed his eyes and a smile on his lips. - I can still smell the fresh taste and sweet breath. The tenderness of your charm. It seems to me that it was here, without words and in an endless time, that we took up our courtship, a relationship, in a loving empathy, an enormous passion. "This time, yes, I smile-what it was like to be four weeks off, it turned out to be six weeks. I asked my boss to leave for another two weeks; He allowed. He told me that since he was a good boy, hardworking and responsible, he would allow me to be away for two more weeks. And I was.

(to be continued)