PARIS88: ECHOES OF A LOST ERA

The air crackles with the phantom scent of Gauloises cigarettes and cheap perfume. Paris, 1988, shimmers in our memories as a city of roaring energy, where music pulsated through the streets and the dawn revealed a world painted vibrantly. The graffiti on once-bleak walls chanted tales of dreams both chased, while the rhythm of the city allured us