Some impressions from Paris - not just the city of love, but also the city of nostalgia.
On a midnight walk along the river's bank, it seems like roaming through a queens treasure chest, all the lights sparkling and blinking like big diamonds telling stories from past times.
This was in 2011/12. Great time, in which I was needed to create strong believes. For me not the city of love but the city of nostalgie as a place that teaches me to paint in new colours instead of black and white.
This is Paris.