Paris, Paris, Paris.
Among viennoiseries and a glass of white wine, between a walk to get lost through those alleys that smell of home, in Paris I find my happiness.
The sense of belonging to a place is not given from domicile but from the unique sensation of being enveloped by the benevolent warmth that only the home of the heart knows how to give.
And you Paris… You are always f...
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