Paris Après Minuit

Paris Après Minuit

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How can someone’s perfect life be destroyed by three young people with different problems? Working in a travel magazine with ample income. Having perfect parents who love him very much. Living his bachelor life happily. That is how you can describe Connor’s life in words. When Connor was assigned to Paris in order to write an article about “Paris’ other side”, he met Alex, a law student with an adventurous side in him. He also ran into Tori, a talented, bright post-graduate with a dark past. Then, fate introduced Connor to Paige, a beautiful girl running from her beautiful life in San Fransicso. Connor, Alex, Tori and Paige became an American quartet, working together to survive the hardships of Paris. Until one day, impulsive Alex gave an idea for an adventure of a lifetime: exploring Paris after the clock strikes midnight. And from then, it all began. A tale of friendship, love and of course, “The City of Lights”.
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