Paris. The city of lights, romance and impossibly chic women. She was so glad she decided to take a week to herself and vacation here. Escape the stresses of daily life and have some time to herself in her favorite city in the world.
The Louvre. Arc De Triomphe. Notre Dame Cathedral. And, of course, her favorite spot in this magnificent city: the top of the Eiffel Tower, with Paris laid out in front of her like a beautiful maze.
As she looked down on Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower, she felt the spring breeze against her warm skin. Her hat suddenly blew off and a striking Frenchman leaped toward her, catching it just in time.
“Merci!” she said, embarrassed by the incident.
“It is my pleasure,” he replied with a warm smile.
As he moved closer to her, he caught a whiff of her Parisienne perfume, with notes of tangy French cassis, fresh apple, dewy jasmine, sensual cashmeran, spicy cedar wood, soothing sandalwood, warm amber and clean musk lingering softly in the cool air.
“Trés Jolie!” he exclaimed.
She smiled coquettishly. At that moment, she wasn’t sure if she loved France or Frenchmen more.