Behind Those Doors

Her black leather ankle boots touched the pavement of old Parisian stone street. She got off the rented car and swirled her black & ivory scarf tighter as the cool October wind blew. She took a pause and stared at the building in front of her. The front gate was tall, big, heavily decorated Hausmann style. An old borgouise Parisian gate, showing an inevitable impression of money, power and exclusivity. Today, however, it was let wide open. Her eyes pinched a bit to prevent the sunrays that got in her sight. Probably the last sunrays before the gloomy November comes. “Do … Continue reading Behind Those Doors