Morning in Paris

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.