Young people in the gardens bloom,
Walking round the fountain’s spray.
Under a cloudless blue sky we sit
Enjoying the spring’s first warm day.
Drinking sweet rose’ along the Seine,
Waiters in white aprons prance.
Watching as the long boats go by
While the street performers dance.
Tourists crowd the narrow streets,
Looking for tables in the sun.
To sip cappuccino in the cafes
As the skateboarders and joggers run.
Then set out upon the Tuileries,
Mona Lisa smiles from her wall.
Winged Victory and Venus de Milo
Stand proud in their stony hall.
We walk among the giant tombstones,
In the city of the famous dead,
Or lay flat upon our backs looking
Up at the long tower rusting red.
Packed inside the speeding metro,
Or touch the spirit of Notre Dame,
When history and culture combine
To create an experience so sublime.
When you come to Paris in the Spring.