Implode (à Paris)

We never talk about Paris.
The Champs de Mars.
The café off Rue de Monttessuy.
Or the twilight strolls, along the river Seine.

We never talk about the boulevards.
Rue de la Paix
Place Vendôme.
Or the majestic grandeur of the Champs-Élysées.

We never talk about Versailles.
The Louvre.
Or Saturday mornings, spent at Musée d'Orsay.

We never discuss the 7^th.
La Tour Eiffel.
Or the well-appointed flat, at 225 Rue de l'Université.

These were his most joyful moments.

In La Ville-Lumière.

Why do we never talk about Paris?

Implode. Part LXXXV - DK