A Night in Paris/Une nuit à Paris

The story of ‘j’aime et beauté’ you might expect transpired more like a night of travesty in the city of love. I was recalling with a friend how Rondel and I spent our first night in Paris. There was more laughing (on both of our parts) than the generalized ‘OMG, how romantic!’ or ‘Tell me more!’Continue reading “A Night in Paris/Une nuit à Paris”