Autumn last year, we were watching the water flow slowly through the river Siene. Paris was quiet and getting settled down for the night. However, the night life was starting to wake up too.

Autumn last year, we were walking the banks of the river Siene. Paris was majestic to our eyes and the magic just kept on unfolding.

Autumn last year, we were wishing that we could have stayed longer in Paris. So many stories have been told about Paris. Stories both old and new. Each one holding its own magic.