Lately, I’ve been enamored with the classic French song “La Bohème” by Charles Aznavour. It touches on some of my most profound longings: to create and consume art, take flaneurial walks through Paris, and be memorialized in verse or lyric by a poetic man. The song fills me with the desire to be even more bohemian than I already am, embracing my unconventional sense of fashion, eclectic apartment, and devotion to art, music, literature. As I listen, I imagine the lilacs in Montmarte and Paris in a particular era, vibrant with art and love.