A French Affair

”You still think it was a bad idea coming here?” I looked up and still saw nothing special with this building. It was still just a dull brownstone on a back alley in London. The sounds of a party was audible from a distance, but it didn’t seem to come from here.

“Yes. Still think we should have gone to the Moreau party. I’ve heard they planned a spectacular show. Paris is really the pace to be right now I think.”

“Have I ever been wrong before?”