Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself,hollowed and fashioned by history;so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings,her massive cathedrals,her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets,as vast and indestructible as nature itself.All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity  philosophy and wa

r, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world, outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her, and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had

 become Paris.

-Anne Rice

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