It is the light. In my remembrance the light had a certain pink cast (or nude in fashion color speak), impossible to capture.
Which didn't keep me from trying.
Paris days and Paris nights.
|I flee towards light. - Pakenen valoon.|
|Mine is the night. - Yö on minun.|
Paints, stamping, paper elements like Paris street map and a love letter, and of course the butterflies and the Eiffel tower.
Thanks for looking!