Paris/Victor Hugo

“…composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of the future.”

Paris/Gustave Flaubert

“…Paris, more vague than the ocean, glimmered before Emma’s eyes in an atmosphere of vermilion.”

The French Alps/Mary Shelley

“…the mighty Alps, whose white and shining pyramids and domes towered above all, as belonging to another earth…”