Paris What a wonderful city to become old in. Shuffling along its streets cane in hand, my favorite cheese and wine shops, my corner outdoor cafe, ages old architecture, children playing in parks, and beauty. Paris is the center of the richness and potential of what it is to be human, the epicenter of the human soul.
Wouldn't it be wonderful as ones last moments of a long, full, life - to sit down on a park bench in Paris, chill autumn air and the late day's sun on one's face, collar upturned warm against a gentle breeze, leaves softly rustling, beautiful people passing by - as to close ones eyes, and never awake.
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