Celeste Mitchell slows her usual breakneck travel speed and finds the true rhythm of the French countryside.

Mist hangs groggily around the avenue
de l'Alma, and the sun is just beginning to rise. The air is cool and damp, and the trees are still dark. The sky is a deep, dark blue, and the sun is just beginning to rise.

The sun is just beginning to rise.

The sun is just beginning