Postcards Of Paris

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While, once again, trying to establish some degree of order in the Professor's papers, I came across a number of old postcards of Paris concealed beneath a biography of Evelyn Rockley Wilson. 

Le Musée de Cluny

The Professor leafed through the fading cards and, of course, began one his anecdotes: 

“These cards remind me hardly at all of my meeting with Daniel Brereton in Paris one autumn evening. He'd just finished working his shift at ‘Le Maillot de Lumière’, the bar somewhere in Le Marais.”

“He's no bartender,” I suggested.

The Professor ignored my interruption and went on, “We strolled though a local park of fountains. As we walked on we became so deeply absorbed in a discussion concerning the diligence of lightning that we paid no attention to our surroundings. Eventually we looked around and were surprised to find ourselves facing a castle that had no meaning at all.”


A Meaningless Castle

“He's no bartender,” I repeated.


Location: Le Musée de Cluny, Paris

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