The Loneliest Street in Paris

Or, The Clock Strikes It Rich

Rue Sthrau is a lonely place at midnight. You wait for the chimes from the nearby Notre Dame but they’re too sluggish to bother. Maybe the clochard is already asleep like everybody else. Even during the day no lovers from the nearby journalism school dally in the park, no drug deals are consummated behind one of its fake boulders, no one screams out in …

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