Drawn to the scattered light beginning to peek above the buildings of the lower Latin Quarter, I detoured left on Rue L'Homonde instead of passing through Rue Mouffetard where I normally go to buy fruit at the bottom market before heading home to work. If I hurried, I could catch the dappled sunlight before it disappeared again to reappear much later, as it's in the habit of doing on Autumn mornings...
So I made my way within the maze of narrow streets and passageways in the search of the glow. And there, in the quiet of morning, I felt the faintest brush of bygone ghosts accompanying me along my walk, leading the way.
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