I slept badly, it’s your fault: I dreamed that, on summits, we were walking side by side, and you were singing, and you loved me.
Victor Hugo
She was my Nymph in all her forms, she was my Muse, she knew how to give herself to me by letting herself be guided by my voice, by her tenderness and her strength, she created in me an even stronger determination to this day never operated, and will not stop growing.
Charlotte mequignon with Gokhan Altintas Photography it is the Waltz Feeling of Versailles.