whenever I had entered into my private paris, it was through large blue portal doors - a blue of a hue almost too intense for this city of muted colours...
I would have preferred shiny lacquered black, softly reflective pearl gray, a dark rich green, that deep burgundy red or even plain polished wood to this bright voracious blue...
until one day when I came upon this slim and elegantly ornamented panel shied away in an impasse behind Rue Saint Antoine that glowed the same cobalt blue, I then realized how much vivacity has coloured my inner world here in this the most perspicacious town of them all...
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