“I love walking in Paris by night under the moonlight,

imbued of a poetic dreaming melancholy, when the sleeping city shines with its luminous atmosphere made by the changing shades of its thousand lights, and the capricious flicker of its flames, thus dancing in foggy clouds,

through its indecisions, its contrasts, the different intensity of its colors,

through tree-lined avenues, carousels, theaters,

cafes and 'bateaux-mouches”, - Nereides.

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The 'City of Light' devilishly inebriates the Grand Couturier like

the wine does with artists.

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“Breathe in Paris, it preserves the soul” - Victor Hugo