She tore another bite from her sugary churro and adjusted her cap. It was a sunny afternoon in Paris. The park was crowded today. Various bubble machines and balloons interrupted her walking path, but she didn’t mind the chaos of it. It was one of the few places where she could lose herself. A sublime distraction. They were becoming increasingly rare. She found herself wandering to the exact location she always did while she was here, La Tanière du Dragon.