"Ray was herded into a bus that took such an exhilarating route from the airport into the city that a hush actually fell over all the passengers, and people pressed against the windows and made those little spontaneous “ahh” sounds one hears after a great poem at a poetry reading. There was the Eiffel Tower, flashing its diamonds in the night, and then all the magnificent statues illuminated along the Champs-Élysées."
Phoebe & The Ghost of Chagall, Chapter Nineteen
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