The day after he decided to visit the Latin Neighbourhood. It had the fame to be the neighbourhood with more ambience in Paris, where the students lived, in the most centrical side of the city...He went there, and the first thing that he saw when he went out of the Métropolitain was the Saint-Michel fountain. It was imposing. He had seen biggers, like Cibeles or Trevi, but this wasn´t worse. Two big dragons kept, spitting water instead of fire, St. Michael. That place, very used by the parisiens for meet, highlighted, with the delicate sound of the water between the noise of the traffic. The dragons, firms and imposings, were rigid witnesses and guardians of that side of Paris. What a carefree and calm life, he thought.
After take a walk quiet and carefree along the town centre, the night fell fastly. He returned to the fountain, he wanted to see that at night. It kept calm, beautiful. A lot of parisiens were sitting down in front of the fountain. Friendly and quiet, they talked, shared cigarrettes, laughed...Sena went to the fountain, he touched the water and he smiled. He touched the stone of the fountain. For a moment, he tought that he was the third dragon of the fountain. Or St. Michael.
The night enveloped Paris' sky. The streets, the monuments...Adorned by the city lights, they turned the gaul capital city in a magic and incredible place.
Song II(XXIII in Spanish version):Don McClean: Vincent
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