Part of me is in Paris.

Part of me still has the Eiffel Tower in the background. 
Part of me eats at terrace cafes. 
Part of me goes to free museums. 
Part of me watches pigeons and flower boxes. 
Part of me passes monuments to Napoleon in public parks. 
Part of me eats baguettes and brie. 
Part of me feels the opera of Notre Dame.
Part of me smells expensive cigarettes.
Part of me rides rented bicycles.
Part of me crosses bridges over the Seine. 
Part of me hears gypsies play the accordion.
Part of me is an artist in Monmartre.

Part of me is French. (I like that.)