Sundays in Paris

I love Sundays in Paris. Walking down the street this morning, I passed various people carrying flowers who were undoubtedly going to Sunday lunch. Sundays aren't such a big thing in the States. Sure it's a day off, but it's not really a day to get together with family and friends. Maybe that is merely how I view Sundays. Perhaps my point-of-view is skewed. Regardless, I'm going to miss walking down the street on a Sunday morning when all the shops are closed and there is a tranquility in the air. Forgive me if I sound too romantic. Perhaps sometimes I wear rose-colored glasses - don't we all?