Provence
And i wish to make a house At a place like this one day Where streets are beautifully cobbled And walls are made in a stony way Where day begins with a breeze And ends with a street song Where journeys are about walking On the streets so long Full of creperies , boulangeries , fromageries Each street has a charm Even on a cold winter day An onion soup seems so warm So I would grab a ticket soon As soon as I get a chance Pack all my fancy baggage And escape to Provence in France