Sunlight poured down rich and luxuriant, fluid and gilded as oil, picking out highlights on the Seine, on the pavement dampened by the sprinkler, on a dormer window, and on a tile roof on the Ile Saint-Louis. A mute, overbrimming life flowed from each inanimate thing. Shadows were violet as in impressionist canvases, taxis redder on the white bridge, buses greener.
- Emilio Roncini
- Simenon 1957