Paris is a fete and the artists are its stars. They meet in the Quartier Latin, the gathering place for youth and for Bohemians, dreams of paper, romance and color. Stone, slate and zinc are pieced together like a jigsaw beneath the Paris rooftops. The scent of book pages melts with jazzy airs. Behind each half-open door hides a stolen kiss. Heart of Paris that flutters in a Latin fire.