I love this short story. It creates a great mood and a kind of inner magic. I am always transported to a beautiful place when someone describes the aroma of old books!

There are many lovely lines in the story, but these were some of my favorites:

All the roads of Paris were slowly calming down. And the beautiful street lights were on with their halogen vibes.

By the way, this is a short story, right? (Not the beginning of a series, I hope?) Just wanted to make sure you know, we are only a short story community. You can find more info about it in our community rules and in our prompt posts.

I look forward to more stories from you!