A Wanderer in Paris

Most travellers from London enter Paris in the evening, and I think they are wise. I wish itwere possible again and again to enter Paris in the evening for the first time; but since it isnot, let me hasten to say that the pleasure of re-entering Paris in the evening is one thatcustom has almost no power to stale. Every time that one emerges from the Gare du Nordor the Gare St. Lazare one is taken afresh by the variegated and vivid activity of it all-themyriad purposeful self-contained bustling people, all moving on their unknown errandsexactly as they were moving when one was here last, no matter how long ago. For Parisnever changes: that is one of her most precious secrets.