"He walked down Marbeuf onto the Champs-Elyseés. At twilight the city throbbed with life, crowds moving along the avenue, the smells of garlic and frying oil and cologne and Gauloises and the chestnut blossom on the spring breeze all blended together. The cafés glowed with golden light, people at the outdoor table gazing hypnotized at the passing parade…
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