If you like you can walk along both sides of the stone steps go down, go to the shore.
I'm so close to the River Seine, beginning from the Saint Michel bridge, direction towards the Louvre gradually, imperceptibly, floating in the sky from the rain. I always go a few steps, break down and have a look, Tokushima, Notre Dame has gradually been looming behind me. The Paris city only because of the war, disputes, or even a modern urban development and change of lovely little island, I do not know how people live, where you can hear the music of Chopin?A few metres in front of a small Pier, sporadic-Park with various types of boats, end high mast, a greasy old man holding a hammer knocking.
At this time, little light appears in a plug for the River, the left bank of Ossetia Museum and the Louvre cross flicker on the right bank. I found a bench to sit down, just on the opposite bank of the estuary Osei beautiful clock, the clock back seems to have a figure, just sit around and do not want to. Since I left Shanghai the moment seems to be all sorrow and happiness will come away with the Airbus 340. Spatio-temporal transposition, people really can temporarily forget all troubles, but remain in the care of the home that you wanted, then come back, only to find care original is self-righteous fantasy. Available at that moment, really beautiful. There came the two black children play with sound, interrupted my thoughts. Alexander III bridge in dazzling Golden Bridge and Bonny's sculptures have been in close proximity.I wonder how long it took, the rain had suddenly become larger, I still think that to Paris for a week, also do not know the rain in Paris.
Look at the weather did not let us, storm ensued, alive to me trapped in the Concorde edge of a bus station.24 September 2004 in Paris
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