J'Adore: Three Nights In Paris

Some people come to Paris for love, others for money.. I remember hearing the music from the pipe organ on the breeze, the final notes of abandon. Reality unraveled around me, but it happened sandwiched in the layers of so many other things raging for my attention that I never noticed. Nothing about me was ever going to be the same. That's the real cost of a new life, though; you had to sacrifice the old one.