En octubre tenia que ser, Paris burns (in selected arrondissements), protesters are inside of La Madelaine, as the square outside is sending smoke in the direction of the most beautiful avenue in the world.

That ol’quintessential Parisian storm. I love the smell of tear gas at Twilight time.

L’Opera is in full-effect and from up in the clouds a few sprinkles of rain begin to drop.

En Breve

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