Noir et Blanc
As far as I remember myself in my childhood, I could not resist to the charm of old, black- and- white photos—most of them came from my mother’s younger years—during my visits to my grandmother’s home.
I am sure that each of us has been captivated by the magical atmosphere that these photos exude. It’s not only the portraits but also the land that these photos depict. Our land, our roots.
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