Paris

I wake up with my sheets knotted around me like a snake. I crawl out of bed and 

slowly open the blinds. Its a beautiful sunny day over Paris. I don my robe and walk into the bathroom. I look around the bathroom, it's very simple, a shower, a white sink, there are blue tiles on the floor and walls. My Doberman Maxamillion comes to greet me with a lick and a sniff. The time is seven a.m. I sit down at my large oak breakfast table to a breakfast of croissants and jam that I have prepared for myself. I get on my jogging pants and a t shirt and then go for a light jog over to Notre Dame cathedral. I run slowly back home. 

I open the door on my large apartment. It's a massive contemporary place with many expensive paintings on the walls. Most of it is white walled with oak floors. I walk into my study, which smells of mahogany and leather bound books. I put Bach on the stereo and begin reading a book about a corporal in the Second World War who survives a plane crash. It is an enthralling book so I continue reading it until I decide to have some green tea at around nine o'clock. I then continue to my office to manage my shipping companies' ledgers and prepare a presentation for the board of directors who meet next month. I take Maxamillion out for a walk at nine thirty, he barks at various squirrels and other dogs. Maxamillion does his business, and I stoop and scoop as a good dog owner would. 

I go home again and put on a suit.  I put on black pants, a belt, a white shirt, a red tie and a black jacket. I go to the underground parking in my apartment building. I take out my keys and unlock my Mercedes. I drive slowly through Paris. Around the various round abouts. Surprisingly not getting stuck in any of them for any time. 

I decide to drive down a random alley way. I park and get out. I walk down the alley seeing some of the largest blocks of cheese I've ever seen. I walk slowly into a crepe shop and order a ham and cheese crepe and a Nutella crepe. I watch the employee put the dough on the hot plate in a thin layer and then he puts ham and cheese on it. I eat the crepe. The finest one yet. Just the right amount of ham

and cheese. I take one bite savoring the taste.

At ten o'clock I decide to meet my friend Jonathan at the Eiffel tower. We buy our tickets, and instead of taking the elevator we opt to take the stairs. The Eiffel tower is milling with enthusiastic tour groups, tourists and a few soldiers. All of them are amazed by a sight that I now consider quite common in my daily life. We take the arduous journey up to the first viewing deck. I overlook the general area and see the river, the parks with people picnicking. Jonathan says to me "hard to believe you live here isn't it?" and I say slowly "a little bit". Me and Jonathan discuss the various merits of living in France and Paris and make the decision that although very beautiful and rich with history, the tourists and the traffic are horrendous. Jonathan and I take the stairs to the third and final viewing deck. We overlook the whole of Paris. Most of the buildings are six stories tall and white with black railings. When the city of Paris burned to the ground in the sixteen hundreds Napoleon, the ruler at the time, decided to rebuild the whole of the city with six story tall, white buildings. I appreciate his choice because I am a fan of neat looking things that have a uniform pattern. Most cities have a mixed pattern, like a pair of patched hobo pants. However in Paris this is not the case. Paris is a wonderful paisley throughout the city. 

At eleven o' clock me and Jonathan decide to go back to my apartment and play a few rounds of pool. We arrive at the apartment and open the door. The dog bursts out of the study and greets Jonathan, Maxamillion always has loved Jonathan. 

We walk into the pool room and rack up the balls. I invite Jonathan to break and he sinks the orange three ball. We play pool for about an hour and a half, bringing the time to twelve thirty. Jonathan beat me every time. Then Jonathan and I indulged in some forty year old brandy. It was disgusting, but it made me feel rich which is what I like. So I drank it. By the time Jonathan left it was around five o'clock. 

I made myself a turkey dinner, Complete with roasted carrots, parsnips, turnips, turkey and mashed potatoes. I feed Maxamillion the same dinner I had. Then curled up with a good book and a cigar, I ponder what my life is like for a moment.

I live alone. Except for my dog Max, no girlfriend and no children. However I do enjoy the way I live life. I live it at my leisure, and how I want to. After finishing a degree in international commerce I decided to open my own shipping company. After finding several investors that were mostly family, I hired many people to manage my company for me. This has payed off massively considering I work maybe one or two hours a day. Thats not too long and the work isn't very difficult. I have no people to care for but myself. I live by my own rules, I make my own hours and can sleep until whenever I want. This has been one of the best days yet, possibly my ideal day.