
The night is eveywhere, the car drives from one traffic light to another, like a shadow, the magic of dawn is rising.

I love neons, the smell of bread just baked, the dawn, traffic lights.

Les baguettes croustillantes !

Just a perfect day.

The night is eveywhere, the car drives from one traffic light to another, like a shadow, the magic of dawn is rising.

I love neons, the smell of bread just baked, the dawn, traffic lights.

Les baguettes croustillantes !

Just a perfect day.