France has a grip on me. France even has a hold of my dreams. A few months ago I dreamt I was at an outdoor cafe sitting and sipping away. There was no sight of the Eiffel Tower or the Louve Museum but I knew where I was and it wasn’t Canada. Speaking of Canada, last year we ventured out to Toronto and let me say I was disappointed. I was expecting little shops selling macaroons, open markets, and people speaking French. But as we neared Toronto all I could see were tall buildings and lots of cars. Where were the little shops? I thought we were back in Manhattan. Maybe next time I’ll go to Montreal since Paris is just a little to far for now.