Such a strange sight Genie.
These columns remind me the cemetery in one J. Bucay tale. "Is this a cemetery of children? Maximum age on differently sized stones is ten years..." "No - said the keeper-, different sizes, show different ages. And in this town, real age is the total time you were happy in life".Thank you Genie, I promise I'll try to be happy in order to be an old man in the tale's town, in happiness.
Never, ever saw it like this.We will be returning to Paris no matter what!
I don't think I've seen it from this angle before.
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