“But it wasn't till he'd been there nearly two weeks that one morning Paris and its people suddenly became more than a… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
It was a fine fall morning in Paris, crisp and clear, and Benji was quite full of himself, cavorting near the fountain,… — Joe Camp Copy Share Image
“And waking, once again, face smudged into Andrea's couch, the red quilt humped around her shoulders, smelling coffee, while Andrea hummed some… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted… — Philip Gibbs Copy Share Image
