Caught somewhere between the last rays of summer and the cool whisper of autumn, I realize there's a certain magic in moments shared. The sun might be setting on sundresses, but there鈥檚 something about the way a smile lingers that warms the air just enough. Summer in France, no more sundress
Caught somewhere between the last rays of summer and the cool whisper of autumn, I realize there's a certain magic in moments shared. The sun might be setting on sundresses, but there鈥檚 something about the way a smile lingers that warms the air just enough. 馃寘鉁⊿ummer in France, no more sundress
