He hurried along , head down, through the rainy streets, through the fog that pooled at the base of the park railings. He trotted down the metro stairs, left at the other end of the platform, reversed direction, doubled back, at last sensed he was unobserved and headed towards the river.
Please be Spring. If nothing else, that. The trees at the entrances to the metro , where warm air vented from down below, always bloomed first.................... Privately more than one person in Paris - and in Prague, in Warsaw and in Copenhagen - thought that God had punished Europe for setting itself on fire.
The World at Night - Alan Furst 1996
Please be Spring. If nothing else, that. The trees at the entrances to the metro , where warm air vented from down below, always bloomed first.................... Privately more than one person in Paris - and in Prague, in Warsaw and in Copenhagen - thought that God had punished Europe for setting itself on fire.
The World at Night - Alan Furst 1996
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