"The breeze of morning... the smell of leaves... the sharp smell of the sea."
"...I felt as though, instead of going to the centre of a continent, I were about to set off for the centre of the earth."
“…gilded domes and minarets reflecting the first rays of the sun…”
“It is a noise something like rain, or banana leaves in a wind.”
“…in the crowded street of the cherry…”
“…the blackened statues, as I passed under their blank gaze, along the unending bridge…”
“…On all sides something is going on; everywhere there is colour, light, and movement.”
“…fallen Elm-leaves make a… pavement under our feet.”
“Morning gave us a new world--somewhere between Heaven and Earth.”
“…composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of the future.”
“…Paris, more vague than the ocean, glimmered before Emma’s eyes in an atmosphere of vermilion.”
