He drove past the dark oiled surface of the Seine; he saw a bateau - mouche pass, brilliant with lights, saw two lovers, entwined in each other's arms in the shadows; saw a clochard out cold, slumped over the warmth of the vents from the Métro, a brown paper bag and a puddle of alcohol by his side.
He drove past the dark oiled surface of the Seine; he saw a bateau - mouche pass, brilliant with lights, saw two lovers, entwined in each other's arms in the shadows; saw a clochard out into the cold air, slumped over the warmth of the vents from the Métro, a brown paper bag and a puddle of alcohol by his side.