Strolling through the cobbled streets,
Where history and present meet,
A tapestry of vibrant hues,
In every corner, there’s a muse.

The aroma of fresh-baked bread,
Wafting through the air, widespread,
Cafés filled with lively chatter,
Moments that truly matter.

The Seine whispers tales of old,
Lovers’ secrets, stories bold,
Artists’ dreams on every wall,
In this land, I find my call.

From vineyards kissed by golden sun,
To city lights when day is done,
French life, a symphony divine,
In its embrace, I find my sign.