The kiss
It a typical winter day in Paris. It was cold. It was grey. It was sad. I went out for a walk and stopped in front of Le Louvre. I wanted to take a beautiful shot of the pyramid but that day, I wasn't feeling it. It lacked colours, and heat, and the cars wouldn't stop passing by for a second. As I was about to give up, a man and a woman, walking hand in hand, stopped just in front of me, they ...
