paris beckons me

To know me is to understand I have always wanted to travel to Italy, live in Italy, play in Italy, eat in Italy, sleep, walk, laugh, love, cry...I want to do it all in that marvelous country. But lately, for some reason I have been inundated with reading about spring time in Paris wherever I look, and it's begun to seep into my very much reserved desire for Italy. Read it here first folks, I now want to go to Paris in the spring.
It all began rather innocently. I have a list of a few key blogs I read and soon one after another, several of them were leaving for trips to Paris or were writing about their year living in Paris. You can read about them here and here
A bit of a coincidence yes, and their stories and experiences left me breathless for riding my bicyclette toward the Arc de Triomphe, visiting and stuffing my face of the fine scents emanating from boulangeries and the creaminess found in their fromageries.
Every week I look forward to reading Saturday's Globe and Mail, and last week, without exception the first columnist I read is where? You got it!
How have I lived this long without understanding the relative importance of visiting Paris in springtime? To top it off, the other day a friend gave me a lovely wrapped gift and inside was a box of vintage postcards of this much loved city. I don't know what to make of it all but to say it seems the universe is conspiring to bring me to this obviously unforgettable place. I have a birthday just around the corner, perhaps the wind will gently blow a plane ticket neatly into my lap? C'est mon anniversaire souhait!