Paris

I am sitting
In the Cafe Paris
Listening to the staff
Speak French as they go
About the bustle of any cafe
In Paris where the odor of croissant
Hangs in the air alongside almond
Marzipan chopped nuts and too
Many pastries to describe all
Wickedly delicious as I sip
My breakfast tea with a
Bit of milk munching
On a croissant the
Odor of coffee
Mixing with
Baguettes
Butter
Jams
Far
From old
Paris close
To the beach
Westward and
The mountains
Eastward in this
Pacific paradise
Where just yesterday
One of the cafe patrons
Tried to rip off the cash register
Tablet attachment but was caught
And cornered by irate French
Ladies reprimanding the
Villain en Francois but
Making it clear such
Behavior was too
Incroyable to be
Tolerated in the
Cafe Paris in
Anglais or
Espanglais
Even in southern
California.