Riff Cohen takes us on a playful stroll through the streets of Paris, collecting every sight, scent, and quirky detail along the way. Each line is a postcard: there may be no parking or stifling hot studios, yet the city bursts with perfumes, chic handbags, noisy boulevards, gossiping neighbors, and of course the dazzling Eiffel Tower. The singer’s voice swings between gentle complaint and wide-eyed wonder, capturing how Paris can be both inconvenient and irresistibly charming at the same time.
Listen out for her clever word-play. Cohen strings together a cascade of French words that begin with par (parking, parfums, paroissiens, parapluies), turning the lyrics into a rhythmic tongue-twister that mirrors the hustle and bustle of the city. The repetition of “À Paris y a pas d’parking” becomes a humorous refrain, while every new list item paints a fresh splash of color on the urban canvas. It is a lively love letter to the contradictions of Paris, inviting the listener to laugh at its flaws and fall in love with its magic all over again.