I walk all day in Paris. Not like a flâneur, but like a maniac. From the 11th to the 12th to the 4th, then across the river to the 5th and the 6th. Walking around this city like this is the only chance I'll ever get. Like I'm trying to squeeze a lifetime of walking around Paris into one long walk.
On my way to the Luxembourg Gardens, I stop by the Church of Saint-Sulpice to take a breather. A janitor is inside cleaning up the votive candles. He tosses the old candles into a big plastic trash bag then drags it behind him across the marble floor. A trash bag full of prayers burned down to their butt ends and ready for the dumpster.
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