A winter interlude, suspended between light and magic.
Paris sparkles in the background, decorations illuminate the facades and a vintage car waits on a street corner.
She slips in, a coat draped over her shoulders, a breath of cold on the windows, the soft glow of the holidays gliding on her cream dress.

Everything becomes precious.
A muted glow, a natural elegance, almost whispered.

Lucce offers a Christmas getaway, enveloped in warmth, light and a hint of nostalgia.