A Paris Moment

I had a Paris moment last night and it was tres magnifique! My wonderful husband drew a hot bath for me, in the white porcelain, vintage claw footed tub that sat in the corner of a large, open bath room. The lights were dimmed to only candlelight and the faint sparkling of the moon through the sky roof and onto the marble tiled floor. Coeur de Pirate softly played in the background as I sat in the tub, red wine in my hand, hair gathered a top my head, as the hot water warmed my bones. My body, only illuminated by the soft glow of the hot buttered rum scented candle and moonlight. The door was closed, and looking around the room, feeling the content spark in my chest, I could have sworn I was in  Paris.