The Parisian Romane & Geschichten

“I know, іt’ѕ just rеаllу funnу how hе wоuld know tо bооk ѕоmеwhеrе thаt I’vе always wаntеd to gо. I’vе nеvеr mеntіоnеd іt bеfоrе.” “Errr . . . wеll, Pаrіѕ іѕ thе сіtу оf love ѕо whеrе else would уоu go tо reconnect, and he knows hоw ѕtуlіѕh уоu аrе, thаt уоu’d wаnt to vіѕіt thе оthеr rеgіоnѕ.” I hореd hе was buying my lіе. I wasn’t thе bеѕt реrѕоn to trу to fооl hіm, hе uѕuаllу ѕаw rіght thrоugh mе.

As the city came out of the darkness of night, they crossed the Seine in silence. Without the traffic, they drove right down the centre of the street and not far away lay The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was rapidly becoming blue. A morning like this should be foggy, misty at the least, but in contrast to their mood it looked determined to be a story-book perfect day in Paris - only without any glances shared between them.

But Amber’s heart fluttered even quicker in her chest and she gripped onto Leo excitedly when the Eiffel Tower came into view. It stood massive, like a shiny beacon of hope rising up in the now clear night sky. Paris had never fallen to the infected. The city had remained strong and sturdy as many other cities crumbled and collapsed thirty years ago. When Variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease had ripped through the world killing billions and destroying thousands of years of what mankind had made within a decade. In turn, Paris symbolized so much more than love and light these days.