"She felt a little betrayed and sad, but presently a moving object came into sight. It as a huge horse-chestnut tree in full bloom bound for the Champs Elysees, strapped not into a long truck and simply shaking with laughter - like a lovely person in an undignified position yet confident none the less of being lovely."F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night, 1934
Image: If I Were a Flower, Let Me Bloom in Paris by Alicia Bock.
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