A night in Venice, when the sky burst with light and glasses toast over the water. Golden reflections chase each other through the canals, between silences and laughter dancing in the air.

There is a precise moment, at sunset, when the lights filters throught the vineyards and the wind coming down from the hills whispers throught the cypresses.

A city that never sleeps, wounded but standing. The blackened stones of Notre-Dame tell a love story burned, yet never forgotten.