Paris was a dream, and a very beautiful one. The procession at the Arc de Triomphe blew us away with its grandeur and oomph commandeered by top-tiered officials of Parisian council.
Hi blogosphere, I’m back. I’ve missed this space, ab imo pectore (from the bottom of my heart).
xoxo,Viktoria Jean
"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad. View more posts
