Show me your city, show me the quaint old European style, show me the little old shops selling homemade delicacies to all those who wish to indulge. And show me the small cafes, where star crossed lovers meet in secret, whispering words of love to one another under the guise of coffee and pastry delights. Walk me along the river’s bank, where couples stroll hand in hand, and old fishermen catch their daily pay. As the sun begins to set over your city let us stray to a dimly lit restaurant, candlelight and white lace tablecloths, fill me with culinary desires. Then as the moon arises full in the sky, take me home and show me your world.