Post by OM Admin on Oct 19, 2010 3:27:20 GMT 1
Shadows decorate every corner, and line the faces of passers-
by. The young, the old, the clean, and the dirty. Eyes, all in a
full range of ill-intent, uncertainty, compassion, innocence and
madness dot a sea of people in the city of love.
Each Parisian, be they English or French, is unique. Each has a
vice, a dream, a motive...
Who will you be? The timid chorus girl, who enjoys tea and cakes
on Sundays...The gloomy politician, who watches Paris go by from
his penthouse window...The pragmatic barkeep who sees
his patrons drink their cares away through hazy green bottles...
Or another mysterious face who appears in the crowd among hundreds,
with secret desires and talents yet to be extricated?
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