I’m blessed to count (and gratefully so) this my fourth time in Paris.
And this is probably the prettiest I have seen it: the city is basking in the remnants of summer and its glorious sun, on the cusp of autumn’s coolness and its browning trees.
I’m blessed to count (and gratefully so) this my fourth time in Paris.
And this is probably the prettiest I have seen it: the city is basking in the remnants of summer and its glorious sun, on the cusp of autumn’s coolness and its browning trees.