Terrence walked to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet Henri and a few other people he didn’t know. He could have taken a taxi, but he wanted to get a feel of the mythical city. So many artists had lived there, so many writers and movie directors! Of course they were all dead now, and New Belleville built on the right bank, with its towering skyscrapers and tacky shopping malls had nothing much to do with the past—but still.
The humans had this incredible power to project themselves into something that once was, and feel part of it—as he did at this very moment. He felt he could actually write a novel. And a good one, at that.