A green bench by the Seine.

With spring, freedom has taken over Paris. It’s the time for encounters and discoveries. The time for new beginnings. The time to take the risk of trying and starting over. To be swept away by the promise of something, even if one doesn’t really know what it is. In theory, they should never have crossed paths. Anonymous in the crowd, strangers. Each convinced of a future that seemed fairly set. But when the trees bloom again and the clouds disperse, everything becomes possible. Certainties crumble, making way for maybes.

Prolégomènes sets the scene on a blank page, leaving the field open for what will happen next. It’s the end of one cycle and the beginning of a new one. It’s a new love, a new start. Perhaps the chance of a lifetime. It’s the spark that ignites a new story.