"All we want is to party."
Paris is a Moveable Feast, it's written in the books, they sing it in the songs.
And last Tuesday thanks to Sophia, I understood what it meant:
It means living out loud. It means that all you need is music (and beer?)... And that maybe love can pay the bills after all.
It means you don't need a good reason to party ; there's reason enough in celebrating the most beautiful city in the world, and that alone makes it all worth it.
It means opening up and smiling, without thinking about the future.
To have love take the streets of Paris by storm. That is what the people of Paris want.
Every day should be the Fête de la Music. Every day, when you walk past the terrace of a café you should hear "come on and dance!" or "eh, you want a sip?"