We'll Always Have Paris
As the season begins to change there’s a hint of romance in the air. Dripping in daydreams of cascading celestial blue organza we’re forever celebrating spirited femininity, ready to embrace the sunshine of longer days and our love of enchanting nights.
'Tis a tune of the spring, Every year plays it over, To the robin on the wing, To the pausing lover.’
RALPH WALDO EMERSON