Paris

Pelletier talked about his colleagues in the German department, about a young Swiss poet and professor who was badgering him for a scholarship, about the sky in Paris (shades of Baudelaire, Verlaine, Banville), about the cars at dusk, their lights already on, heading home.

the baron, who rarely visited the country house, busy as he was with his affairs in Berlin and Paris

The ashes of The Return from the Conference float not only over Paris, reads Reiter with tears in his eyes.

In any case, the public office that Courbet held after the fall of Napoleon III made him responsible for the protection of the monuments of Paris.

Their language, however, wasn’t crude like that of the garbagemen of Moscow or Paris, nor were they big like them nor did they possess their muscular torsos nor did they have the gaze of those men, the gaze of dealers in shit, but rather they were short and fine boned, and they spoke in soft coos, like birds, and they did their best not to brush against the strangers and their conception of time had nothing to do with the Frenchmen’s conception of time.

but came with a libellous pretension to experience in Edinburgh and Paris