Il sorriso della Toscana

That time I (re)discovered smile and happiness in Tuscany. That true and spontaneous smile.
It is the smile of summer, un and avenues of cypresses and pines. That of sunflowers, sea and its nuances, sunsets that amaze and falling stars.
The smile that allows the soul to breathe, that makes it perfect everywhere. That of dinners with friends and forget alarm clocks, natural hair and salt on the skin. That of happy hour by sea and sky view, which illuminates the eyes and inflames the heart.
  It is the smile started by another smile. That of friendship and love, which comes in the morning and stays on the face until one second before gently close your eyes, between a caress on the cheek and one on the chest.

#AtypicalPlaces with Desigual

One evening in August and a gallant date. The sun prepares to set, the light soul and a gust of wind that moves the hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, and emanating floral notes to my every step. A trail that can tickle all the strings of a human being, like a sweet melody that comes out of slender hands, gracefully, skim harp, line after line.
A modern city, decided by the characters, which is preparing to rejoice in the happiest hours. Elegant and refined, like Desigual dress that I wear for the occasion, decorated with many romantic flowers black & white.
Two souls meet, hands that touch and intertwine. A kiss and a smile.
A romantic dinner by candlelight, in one of my favorite restaurants, one of them with a breathtaking view made for dreaming.

Rendez-vous à Paris

A pink rose, my favorite, in the mailbox and a note:

"For my Princess,

I am waiting for you under Arco della Pace... 18:00 o'clock...
I have a surprise for you <3 "

I read the note a couple of times. We never met at the Arco della Pace, it goes like Paris! I smile to the idea and I start to daydream... I wonder how it would meet in Paris, the city of love.
Let's meet in Paris, under the Arc du Triomphe.
Let's meet there in a sunny day of March, among a caress and an embarrassed smile. Among a kiss on the wind and scent of roses.
Let's meet like this. Eyes into eyes, like the first time.
A kiss on the cheek, "bonne journée cherie!" and a cadeau pour moi. A walk along the Seine eating macarons and a laugh that is lost on his mouth among a bites and a kiss.
Paris, with his homage to the splendor of the past and Latin atmosphere, where peace and love are floating in the air as the music of the street performers.
The Champs-Elysées with its cafés and luxury boutiques. A casquet to Place de la Concorde, with its stately elegance as a backdrop, and then lose ourselves in the eighteenth-century atmosphere, calm and relaxed, of the Jardin des Tuileries. Among the wonderful allegorical statues and endless green spaces, two pastel-colored chairs under a blooming cherry tree, just waiting for us and our laughter.
A champagne flute overhanging the city from the Eiffel Tower and a dinner by candlelight in the festive atmosphere full of life of the Latin Quarter, then end the evening observing, embraced, the lit "Lady" sailing on bateau mouche, continuing to enjoy its atmosphere of total peace and tranquility.
18:00 o'clock and a figure under the arch to expect me. A smile that I know and a bouquet of roses hidden, until I arrived, behind his back.
After a kiss, the return to reality.
Back to Milan, under the Arco della Pace.
He took my hand and we move in that city that, tonight, has that Paris' sweet and romantic taste.