Was it fun in Paris? Who did you see there and was the Madeleine pink at five o'clock and did the fountain fall with hollow delicacy into the framing of space in the Place de la Concorde and did the blue creep out from behind the colonnades of the rue Rivoli through the grill of the Tuileries and was the Louvre gray and metallic in the sun and did the trees hang brooding over the cafés and were there lights at night and the click of saucers and the auto horns that play DeBussy.
I love Paris. How was it?
~Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to Scott