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Paris. City of love. City of dreams. City of splendor. City of saints and scholars … In two thousand years, Paris he seen it all…. Yet old Paris was still there, around almost every corner, with her memories of centuries past, and of lives relived. Memories as haunting as an old, half-forgotten tune that, when played again - in another age, in another key, whether on harp or hurdy-gurdy - it is still the same. This was her enduring grace. Was Paris now at peace with herself? She had seen empires rise and fall. Chaos and dictatorship, monarchy and republic: Paris had tried them all. And which did she like best? Ah, there was a question … For all her age and grace, it seemed she did not know. Recently, she had suffered another terrible crisis … It he not been long since the bodies had been buried, the smell of death been dispersed by the wind and the echo of the firing squads deleted over the horizon. Now … She was recovering.

Edward Rutherfurd, “Paris: The Novel”