I've always loved the morning hours.

There's something special about that moment when the city is just waking up.

The light is soft, thoughts are calm, and it feels like a whole little life, the length of a day, lies ahead.

One day in Paris, I woke up very early and simply went for a walk without a route.

An hour later, I was sitting in a small café and realized -

the best moments almost always happen by chance.

Do you prefer mornings...

or late-night conversations?