Luckily, Jack had programmed the manipulator with some degree of accuracy, and they were barely more than a street or so away from their destination.
As they walked, he shifted a little, his wig itching. He wondered how men coped with these things.
"You know one thing?" he said, tilting his head to look at her. "One thing about places. They always smell the same. Okay maybe not on the surface, with car fumes or factories or any of that. But smell a little deeper and it's all there. Doesn't change. Not over any time."
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Date: 2010-07-07 05:43 am (UTC)As they walked, he shifted a little, his wig itching. He wondered how men coped with these things.
"You know one thing?" he said, tilting his head to look at her. "One thing about places. They always smell the same. Okay maybe not on the surface, with car fumes or factories or any of that. But smell a little deeper and it's all there. Doesn't change. Not over any time."
He smiled. "Paris will always be Paris."
And on that, they turned the corner, and ahead of them, was the Elysée Palace with people flocking around the doorway.
"Welcome home."