In the heart of France, beneath the Parisian skies,Where the Seine whispers tales under the moon’s guise,The spirit of Nouvelle Vague once danced unfurled,In a ballet of shadows and light, it gently swirled. Here, where cobblestones hold the secrets of the past,Neo-Beat’s drum thunders; its echo vast.“Per aspera ad astra,” the ages old proclaim,Through hardships, … La belle époque okumayı sürdür