Midnight in Paris

Every one of those darkly clustered rooms encloses its own secret,  that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret,  that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

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A thousand stories for every window. Charles Dickens, among many others, runs through my mind when night falls on Paris.

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