To wake up on the other side of the ocean. An atlas colored in nudes is what I remember from dreams. To take a step outside. All the streets running together until they hit the trees. Shapes of hedges ingrained in mind. Embellished windows teasing with allure. A view of the city not to be forgot. Opulence at it’s finest. A time to submit to indulgence. The city covered in both remnants and beginnings are at the disposal of those interested. Spending days walking until they turn into weeks. A seduction of a village that is hard to resist. Le fromage, pain and vin travel alongside at all times. Reach into our sac to watch the sunset as we settle at the river you want to be near.