French toast is Paradise

In the heart of Paris, where dreams are dipped in gold
At Natixis we savor, stories sweetly told.
Twenty hours each week, a rhythm so divine,
In back office chambers, where ambitions align.
Morning brings its treasure, with syrup's sweet cascade,
French toast on our tables, exquisitely made.
Golden, soft, and tender, a taste of pure delight,
A hint of cinnamon, a morning's first light.
 

Through ledgers and numbers, our expertise we flaunt,
In finance's grand ballet, it's the sweet life we want.
From the buzz of the bourse to the Seine's gentle flows,
We balance our days between highs and repose.
There's more to this city than just toast and spreads,
Evenings bring French fries, golden and crisp, as our stories are said.
In cafes and bistros, where laughter meets night,
We indulge in these pleasures, in the city's soft light.
 

In each slice of French toast, with its golden beam,
Is the taste of success, a financier's dream.
And in every French fry, crisp and perfectly spiced,
Is the joy of our lifestyle, extravagantly priced.
Here in Paris, with our work and our play,
We relish each moment, in our uniquely French way.
With syrup and toast, and evenings so bright,
We live our Parisian dream, from morning till night.