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Date: 2008-04-17 06:29 am (UTC)Of my first view of Paris, I would like to say it was magnificent. I was privileged enough to approach not from the north or south, but from above, as Lord Withycombe is a most accomplished pilot. I wish I could have seen the Cathedral of Notre Dame rising from its island in the middle of the Seine River, and stare raptly at the shockingly scarlet windmill of the Moulin rouge in Montmartre, hypnotized by the spinning of its blades. Even thirty-three years later, the Eiffel Tower remains a marvel of modern architecture. But alas, we arrived by night. The City of Lights was exactly that, a glittering, spun glass confection of lights that drew us down like insects trapped in the glistening walls of a pitcher plant.
--From the journal of Charles Doyle, secretary to Lord Withycombe