Paris, last Autumn. The sky was blue by day and warmth hung in the air, but turned to a crisp chill by evening.
In search of a beautiful moment ,one has to look no further than dreaming of Paris, whatever the season.
This blog is for anyone who believes in living with passion. For people who are unafraid to fall in love or voice their emotions - laughter, joy and anger and rage without fear. For people who believe passion and fury is better than indifference. For people who will risk anything and everything to know they have lived, unafraid of regrets and failure. "There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life" Federico Fellini
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