Today someone reminded me of our walk by the River Seine.
I remember the River Seine and the bookstalls by its side. I remember the young lovers thronging the place. I remember the intellectual and yet airy ambience. Memories of 35 years back make me feel nostalgic. How the time has flown and suddenly I am not young. The year 1986 was magical. Jolly, light, confident. There was spring in the steps and smile in the face that passing young girls always returned.
This music from Andre Rieu's album Dreaming fits well.
...
I remember the River Seine and the bookstalls by its side. I remember the young lovers thronging the place. I remember the intellectual and yet airy ambience. Memories of 35 years back make me feel nostalgic. How the time has flown and suddenly I am not young. The year 1986 was magical. Jolly, light, confident. There was spring in the steps and smile in the face that passing young girls always returned.
This music from Andre Rieu's album Dreaming fits well.