And so we approached Paris for the first time at sunset.

A ruddy glow was at the moment warming the eastern heights, and picking out with flame the twin towers of Notre Dame, and the one tall tower of St.Jacques la Boucherie.

A dozen roofs higher than their neighbours shone hotly; and a great bank of cloud, which lay north and south, and looked like a man's hand stretched over the city, changed gradually from blood-red to violet, and from violet to black, as evening fell.
Passing within the gates and across first one bridge and then another, we were astonished and utterly confused by the noise and hubbub through which we rode.

Hundreds seemed to be moving this way and that in the narrow streets.

Women screamed to one another from window to window.
The bells of half-a-dozen churches rang the curfew.