These jewelry sets take us to the top of the hill. Another Montmartre, more festive,
carefree and restless - never sleepy. It's still a great time to be there, and it won't be
long before the roaring twenties arrive. At the crossroads between the splendor of an
imperial world delaying its decline and a general public cheerfulness that would like
to be part of it. It's the Montmartre of the Mont de Mars, embracing the sun, where
laurel wreaths waltz with wisteria. Paris is a ball where voices and golden helmets
brush against each other, stirring the air with a young and powerful cry of creative
love. It's the triumph of a frozen moment that we hope will last forever. We celebrate
life, paving the streets in gold and white, celebrating the day as we hold out our lips
to the night.