In 1982 I spent my first spring in Paris.
I fell in love that season.
Not with a woman, but a city.
The Seine at dawn.
Le Louvre.
Pigalle.
Croissants and crepes.
My friends.
And I still love Paris
Pour toujours.
In 1982 I spent my first spring in Paris.
I fell in love that season.
Not with a woman, but a city.
The Seine at dawn.
Le Louvre.
Pigalle.
Croissants and crepes.
My friends.
And I still love Paris
Pour toujours.