un morceau de nostalgie (piece of nostalgia)

One year ago I awoke in Paris-
The city of lights.
I can still smell nutella crepes
And roasted lamb rising
From tired street vendors.

I still hear the metro's bells and
The excited chatter of
Schoolchildren with a summer before them.

I am still lost in winding alleys and magnificent avenues.
Still standing on stone bridges
To see if perhaps,
I dropped my heart in the Seine.