Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York.
When I stand at the top of the Champs-Elysées, with its chestnut trees in flower, its undulations of shining cars, its white spaciousness, I feel as if I were biting into a utopian fruit, something velvety and lustrous and rich and vivid.
the pearl-grey city, the opal that is Paris ...
[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.