The Entry of Uncle Leucocholy into Paris

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Uncle Leucocholy's entry into Paris has become legendary, possibly because he took disproportionate delight in telling and retelling the story to anyone who could be persuaded to listen.

“Oh, the dark meetings on the Champs-Elysées,” he would mutter, darkly.

He sidestepped questions about why he descended by parachute.

“Ah, the faces looking up at me from the crowd. Bien sûr, Pierre and Guillaume,” he would enthuse.

He adamantly refused to explain the suit of armour or his reasons for being in the city at all. 

"Ha ha," he would exclaim, reconditely.


The Entry of Uncle Leucocholy into Paris


Despite the cloud of ambiguity that invariably surrounded him, everywhere that Uncle Leucocholy ventured, people would be inclined to cry “Hooray!”.

There are many things in this world that I do not understand.


Location: Champs-Élysées, Paris

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