France, Paris,
Twenty one years ago.
Alice sat in her carriage looking out through the window.
She had heard of France, read books about France, but seeing was different. Well she had seen France only in pictures and paintings, but the reality was different.
France was so much more than she had expected.
It was splendid. She smelt the aroma of freshly baked bread as she went past a bakery.
She saw a little boy running with an apple, some ladies walked down the street with their umbrellas chattering.
French fashion was most definitely different from London fashion.
On the other side of her window, she saw a group of musketeers passing by.
They looked so orderly and full of dignity.
She could not wait to walk through the streets of France, taste their wine, read their books, se
