Bali, my Love


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Each time I go through the Parisian winter, I think of Bali, the magic Island…

Long afternoons waiting for the sunset, languorously lying on a deckchair.
The light perfume of flowers.
The parties in open-air discotheques, staring at the stars, lying on enormous white silk cushions…


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