Lost along rivers. And down uneven alleyways
Our feet skim the surface of the city’s old cobble stones.
The air was damp as Paris air always is. And the scent of Cognac lingered on our lips.
As we danced under arched passageways.
Under flickering street lamps.
Under the settling dusk.
Your eyes. How they light up.
photos by Roxanne of Le Paris Blog
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