Perdue à Paris. Chapter 3.

"La nuit est arrivée", he heard. He looked up to the sky, the night covered with a dark mantle Paris' firmament. The moon looked next to Nôtre Dame, it was reflected in Seine's waters. He walked in the Île de la Cité, until stop in a lane next to the cathedral. There, a bearded man with a sad look played the accordion for some coins. He didn´t play anything french. He played Gardel's music. He stopped a few minutes to see him. When he left, everybody could hear him humming the melody that he listened. He even wanted to dance a milonga in the underground.
He wished he lived there. Indefinitely. He thought also in that bright eyes girl that he knew from his home town. He wished she was there. He wished he had her next to him, to see that city, to get lost in its closed lanes, to be the man who really was. But she wasn't there. He didn't know if she remembered him.

Song number III:Carlos Gardel: Por una cabeza