Paris is what I imagine it would feel like to awaken from the dead-- the life taken from your flaccid corpse only be electrified once again with blinding, searing, clarity. Epiphany, were it a swirl of senses and memory, pungent fragrance of a thousand of the fullest bouquets in myriad colours, the fire of the perfect whiskey. Then... the train pulls like toffee from the station and you consciously turn your mind away, only the whispered promise of "I will return" lingering in the space between...
Unless you cannot afford a ticket back, then you watch it in movie theaters and feel your heart fighting tooth and nail to get out. At least the popcorn is immediately [ful]filling.
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