Paris, When It's Naked

'And then, look at Paris, do it in your imagination if your eyes can't find it, and see what a solid mass of a city it is, what a fugue in its composition, what an epic story in its stones, what an evanescent spirit in its rain.'

,,Si apoi, uita-te la Paris, fa-o in imaginatia ta daca ochii tai nu-l gasesc si vezi ce masa solida de oras este, ce fuga in compozitia sa, ce poveste epica in pietrele lui, ce un spirit evanescent in ploaia lui.'