Whisper of paris

1: The E

knack for finding beauty in the unexpected, wandered aimlessly, her camera hanging around her neck. She paused to capture the sc

ered buildings. The sign above the door read Le Livre Perdu. Drawn by curiosity, she

red through a dusty window, casting a warm glow. Behind the counter sat Julien, his fingers smudged with blue a

special?" he asked, h

e falling to the sketch-a portrait of

. "Maybe you

had stepped into e