I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy~
anais nin
Everything about my soul felt at home in Paris..there was a feeling of familiarity and ease amongst the chaos, the kissing, the dancing, the fighting, sitting in that fancy hotel looking out the window at people living. I knew I would come back to this place. We sat in a park as the light divided; couples lying on blankets. He and I with our feet propped up watching the life around us...the opera played in the back round and we whispered aloud...is this real? and it was very real, the most real of dreams...art collides with beauty, with light, with love, with senses...

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