When the Night Comes

There is no one who will proclaim more earnestly and lovingly than I that Paris is beautiful. But beauty is fleeting.

There is no one who will proclaim more earnestly and lovingly than I that Paris is beautiful. But beauty is fleeting.

Beauty can be turned into a repulsive stew in a moment. Lights out.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G3_qU2gNdgQ
Been to Paris a few times myself. Never saw this. Never want to. But night comes to all. Just, please, do not go gentle into it.

Bon soir, mes amis.

Ainsi ça va

Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose.