Night Walks: Paris Edition
Rain has just passed.
The cobblestones are slick. Café chairs sit empty beneath striped awnings. Lamps throw halos onto the river, and somewhere in the distance a bridge arches like a held breath.
Paris at night is never silent. It hums. It remembers.
This week’s crossword wanders those streets — along the quai, past shuttered shopfronts, under gaslight and into shadow. Expect familiar corners, a few literary ghosts and perhaps the name of a bridge or two.
Take your time.
The city isn’t going anywhere.
