Day 15 - a picture of something you want to do before you die

This is a little montage of photos from the Latin Quarter,
which I am told is one of the best parts of Paris.

Go to Paris, go to Paris and, definitely, go to Paris. Ever since I was little, I've been fascinated and I haven't the slightest clue as to why, except maybe I learned early on that I have the same birthday as France (as a republic) and so I always felt it was meant to be? Plus we both like the same things: fine wine, good cheese, poetry, art, films--me 'n Paris, that is. Yet I still have never been. How can this be? Mother, by the way, has been twice. And never taken me. Hmph.

Ah well, some day.