[oom] bring-your-molly-to-paris day
The first thing one might notice about Paris is that it is gray. But not in a depressing way. In a nice cobblestone-y, dignified, France-is-too-classy-for-renovations way. The buildings are sort of worn and old and lived-in, also in a good way, in stark contrast to Milliways' general newness. Which is to be expected, really, because it's the end of the universe, which is kind of like the future, and everything in the future is fancy new state-of-the-art technology.
The weather, thankfully, is nice, i.e. not snowing or making you burst into flames when you step outside, and of course there's people around, and cafés and blinking restaurant signs, and the Eiffel Tower, way out there. Because if you can't at least see the Eiffel Tower when you squint, you're not in Paris.
Linguini holds the door open for Molly (because he is just that courteous) and kind of shrug-gestures out beyond it, trying to see it the way a twelve-ish-thirteen-ish-year-old would. She won't think it's boring, will she? Oh noes!
"So... this is Paris. I mean, not the whole thing, but you know what I mean."
The weather, thankfully, is nice, i.e. not snowing or making you burst into flames when you step outside, and of course there's people around, and cafés and blinking restaurant signs, and the Eiffel Tower, way out there. Because if you can't at least see the Eiffel Tower when you squint, you're not in Paris.
Linguini holds the door open for Molly (because he is just that courteous) and kind of shrug-gestures out beyond it, trying to see it the way a twelve-ish-thirteen-ish-year-old would. She won't think it's boring, will she? Oh noes!
"So... this is Paris. I mean, not the whole thing, but you know what I mean."