Where dreams are born

An elegant Parisian street wakes up to the light aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the expectation of small wonders. The soft light of the morning sun touches the facades of houses, and a table near a coffee shop invites you to a leisurely conversation or a calm contemplation of life. Over a cup of coffee, steam rises to the sky, like thoughts that have not yet had time to become words. At this table, a confession could take place, an idea for a new novel could be born, or a journey without end could begin. In the light haze of steam, there is warmth and foreboding. An exquisite cup, delicate macaron cookies, a silver teapot — every touch is an invitation to stop and allow yourself to dream. Because it is from such mornings that great stories begin. My work here is the only copy of my unique and original handiwork. Household images are computer generated and may not be to scale and are for illustrative purposes only. Make an offer for this job! If you have any further questions about this piece or would like to see more photos, please feel free to ask.