paris, france

The stone walls along the narrow cobblestone alleys have seen so much. Art, music, and good wine everywhere you turn. A subtle weariness of the way the things are, an allergy to stagnation but a reverence for tradition, set to the wafts of fresh bread in the morning. I left a piece of my heart at the bottom of an espresso cup.

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