A Street in Paris

There is a street somewhere in Paris,

where bubbles magically appear,

perhaps it was only for that day,

perhaps it happens all year,

but it created a happiness,

that left no room for fear.

The touristic babble of Champs Elysees,

had bored us silly and so did we sway,

away from the sights the city seemed so plain,

winding roads revealing nothing but the mundane,

and so suddenly,

the sun struck a Hermes shop so brightly,

like a message from the messenger himself,

revealing that the air had become a sea of water balloons.

It was one of those moments,

where there was nothing to do but smile in wonder,

and watch as age disappeared,

man and child alike laughing with outstretched arms,

reaching to pop as many as they could,

and we did too,

forgetting ourselves in wondrous bliss,

forgetting that life was ever and could ever go amiss.

Author's Note

In case you're ever in Paris, I eventually found the street this happened on. Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré. I have no idea if it will ever happen again though, but hey, that's life, right?