paris is beautiful. paris is breathtaking. paris is golden statutes against leaden skies. a sparkling iron tower. a green-grey river, flowing away. churches glittering with glassy colours. people walking out of magazines. flowers. trees. formal gardens. a kiss. an angel. pain au chocolat.
finally when she got to the age of thirty-nine, she said sod it and went off with the guy who had given her the white rose during the festival. she didn't mind being buried alive, it all had felt the same to her anyway, and now she knew for sure.
there are a million people walking the streets. there are a million columns standing in the street. there are a million statues watching you go by. there are a million fountains sprinkling away. there are a million, billion, trillion beautiful things to see smell touch feel...