
The city unfolded like a dream through the windshield, streaked with the reflections of passing lights and the light blur of raindrops. The Parisian streets at night vibrated with a gentle life, their glow dimmed by the haze of a fading day to give way to an even longer night. Neon signs flickered on café facades, and headlights drew ephemeral patterns on the damp asphalt. From the warmth of the car, it was as if we were floating in a tableau vivant; each bend revealing a new story in the shadows, each pause offering a moment to absorb the beauty of a city that never really sleeps.
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