The most beautiful city in the world

May 27, 2016 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written

Despite the perpetual rain, the sordid merchants, and the Homeric vulgarity of its carriage drivers, she would always remember Paris as the most beautiful city in the world, not because of what it was or was not in reality, but because it was linked to the memory of her happiest years.

…from Love in the Time of Cholera, by Gabriel García Márquez.

girl reading in paris