Rooftop French Music

Sitting on the rooftop garden. Crisp breeze on the air. Burgeoning spring grows around me. Music fills my ears. Lyrics I hear, but don’t understand. Beautiful words sung in tunes of French swirl around me. Teleporting me from this Midwestern rooftop garden overlooking a cold gray lake to a marvelous warm spring day along the Champs-Élysées.

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