A musical morning in Paris

Once upon a time in Paris, I was staying in this airbnb where I had the whole, top-floor flat to myself. The owner was a middle-aged artist with this really amazing jazz collection. On those mellow June mornings while hurrying to get ready (had a whole city to cover) I would play anything from this collection and music would spread through the whole house like molten sunshine.

If I had had more time at hand, I would have just sat there on the floor and gone through each and every record he had. Those few Parisian mornings have been some of the most beautiful ones in my life.

Wishing all of you more beauty in the little, everyday moments of life.

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