All things french

Everytime I look down on this timeless town,  whether blue or gray be her skies.  Whether loud be her cheer or soft be her tears, more and more do I realise.  I love Paris in the springtime.  I love Paris in the fall.  I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles.  I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.  I love Paris every moment of the year.  I love Paris, why oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.