Summertime in Paris, nineteen sixty-nine. Men are on the moon, and American tourist Aurora Masters’ head is in the stars. The sensual sculptor she watches, though a timeworn studio window, is her favorite French piece of art. Mona Lisa who? Gaston Lyon lives up to his name. He is a lion of a Frenchman, strong and confident, with a shoulder length mane. The woman on the bench across the street has come to look for three days. It is time to introduce himself to the one who calls without words. Two strangers and one relentless attraction. It is the Age of Aquarius. Time and distance are no match for chemistry and destiny.