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The city of lights

Paris – gosh ! it brings back a flurry of memories. Stephen wants to go to Paris, Clym(The Return of the native) returned from Paris, Philip(Of Human Bondage) went to Paris, Larry(The Razor’s Edge) went to Paris. What is it ? what is it about Paris that beckons men of art ? If there is a heaven on earth , is it Paris ? Isn’t heaven a place wherein music is played all day? I guess music throbs in every soul in Paris. I see the whole city gyrating in a heavenly tune. How I wish , how I wish to be there .

Speaking about Paris , which are those books , those books which had Paris ?
1) The Return of the Native – Thomas Hardy
2) Of Human Bondage – Somerset Maugham
3) The Razor’s Edge – Somerset Maugham
4) A tale of two cities – Charles Dickens
5) A thing of beauty – A J Cronin
6) Agnes Grey – Anne Bronte (I don’t remember well, I think Agnes went to Paris)
7) Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy(Don’t Vronsky and Anna go to Paris when they run away. They do. And stiva does visit Paris often.)

Is that it ? gosh ! I thought I'd read a ton of books with Paris in the backdrop . Let me think. I guess I could get a few more if I think. I'll edit this post then (highly unlikely though.)

well ! one more ..
8) "The da vinci code" - Dan Brown.
(this , though is one book i wish i hadnt read !)

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