“In a place like Paris, the air is so thick with dreams they clog the streets and take all the good tables at the cafés. Poets and writers, models and designers, painters and sculptors, actors and directors, lovers and escapists, they flock to the City of Lights. That night at Polly's, the table spilled over with the rapture of pilgrims… — Jeremy Mercer Copy Share
You put the City Of Lights to shame with those beautiful eyes of yours. — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
