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‘Why hadn’t I approached him? Would he have recognised me? I can’t answer those questions. For me, Paris is littered with ghosts—numerous as metro stations—the dots that light up when you press the buttons on the electric route map—My favorite time—Paris in winter was morning, between 6 o’clock and 8.30 , when it was still dark out. A respite before daybreak. Time was suspended and you felt lighter than usual.’