If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man,
then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you,
for Paris is a moveable feast.
We crossed spacious streets, with building resembling palaces, in
La Rambla promenade; the shops were well illuminated and there was
movement and life.
And that is… how they are. So terribly physically all over one
another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much
melted butter over parsnips.