From Paris With Love

"Bonjour. Bienvenue à Paris, mon amour," he said with a smile, his hair flopping funnily in front of his face.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak French." Most unfortunately, English was my one and only language, and I was foolish enough to visit France without the slightest knowledge of the French language.

He rolled his eyes casually. "You'll find out what I mean soon enough," he answered in flawless English, making me blush at the thought of what he could have possibly said.


This is an entry for the Love Story Photo Contest