I must keep detached from the mass of curiosity I have to discover Paris, to get more familiar with its charms, secrecy, misteries and culture. I must set free from the charge this capital of lights put on me the day or my arrival and find a way to get used of it, or be able to give a sense to the whole Business. So that my idea is to stay rue du bac or very near rue de l'université in the heart of a neighbourhood built between 1900 and 1930 around the Eiffel Tower and there imagine I am one of the great ennemies of the Tour Eiffel, Monsieur de Maupassant. But I had a date with the chief editor diary of the South Touraine and the paper I wanted to write for Apartrental could wait. So I did my best to reach Loches on time and meet the chief editor of La renaissance lochoise; a very detailed and interesting paper for those who want to know more about the town who received the great scotish Marie Stewart, wife of François II while she was geting education and protection from the very dangerous England of her time. The town was also visited by Jeanne d'Arc, who could be considered a Saint. I don't know why the area of Virginity and Holiness is so attrative for me nowadays. I felt perhaps so closely the waves of monstruosity eternal damnation though I didn't lodged rue de l'Echaudé, exclusive little and calm street of the very demanded Saint Germain des Prés area, to feel the pleasures of a Paris by night (if I except the Moulin Rouge, the Lido or the Crasy Horse). Or if it wasn't by night, it was by the way of Justice, with poets of yesteday and the bestsellers writer of today. So my hope should be to get closer of this country girl from Bourgogne named Catherine Labouré who saw the Virgin here, on the 27th of November 1827, rue du Bac. Get a rent and kneel in front of the saint and expect a miracle. What kind of miracle, I don't know. Forget the tomb of Isoré, replace by another sepulchre. Well, living Paris of the Night anyway.

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Alfred de Vigny was born in Loches, and until now I thought he was, for Sir Laurent, my professor of philosophy at the University of Montpellier, the exemple of the dreamer. But now that I now he lived rue du Faubourg-Saint-Honoré, in Paris, near the Palais de l'Elysée, I wonder if he wasn't rather the exemple of the sophist.