People who often travel know this particularly feared moment of the stopover at the airport. Some drum on their phone, some take a chance on closing an eye, every one spend his time as he can. And then… Do you know the expression “And then there was silence”?
It’s her perfume. No idea what it could be, but the image stays, it haunts me. I’m dreaming of such an effect and I’m starting to write the framework of what will become the new great Parisian powdery floral scent. Not a word.