Momentary flash of Paris

This morning:  dark, wet, chilly.  Walking the dogs, car lights reflecting on the wet boulevard. From the corner restaurant comes the smells of bacon and pancakes.  A bus goes by, spewing diesel fumes.  The smell of baked goods and diesel fumes together, the sound of tires on the wet road, the slight scent of rain in the air:  it's a perfect sense memory of Paris.  For a second there's a jab in my chest, a clear longing to be in that city, smelling pastries and cars on a wet morning.

Luxembourg Gardens, Paris.

The Fontaine de Mars restaurant, 7th arrondisment, Paris.

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