As the first rays of dawn stretch softly over the horizon, the room awakens with the delicate touch of light, spilling through the curtains. Outside,  the air carries a hint of croissants and café, as the fragrance of a fresh French morning seeps in through the window. It’s a moment suspended in time, where the light and shadow on the wall—both delicate and fleeting—whisper of promises and the timeless beauty of a Parisian morning.