Beloved city

For many years I dreamed to live in an attic in the heart of Paris.

It was a big studio apartment full of objects including palettes and brushes, probably I was a painter in my dream.

When I woke up the memory was so vivid that I always thought I lived in this city, maybe in an other life.

For this reason every time I go back in Paris, it’s like to be back home.

Quaint neighborhoods, art, bows windows in 1800s palaces, the smell’s baguettes or strawberry shortcakes… fill my eyes and my heart of poem.

Paris my love….