[Starter for @menagerie-of-muses' Methos.]
Bibliothèque Nationale de France, Site Richelieu ...
Heels clicked briskly on the grey pavement and marble steps, muffled and then began to echo as she crossed the threshold into the cool of the foyer. The Bibliothèque welcomed her back as it always did, the quiet exhale as if the building remembered, even if the inhabitants not longer could.
She walked through the courtyard and toward the Oval Reading Room, veering right to the museum section and its display of newly discovered (or rather rediscovered, as they'd been hidden away in the Stacks for a couple of centuries) books from the 1500s; there was one in particular she wanted to get her hands on again ...










