We walked along the quiet canals and then along the park with the lake where we hitchhiked earlier in the day. We walked under the elevated train tracks.
Eventually, we ended up in a small Chinatown. It is closed at night, but all the signs are illuminated.
“Look,” I say to Willem, pointing to one. "It's double happiness."
Willem stops and looks at the sign. Her face is beautiful, even reflected in the bright neon glow.
"Double happiness." He smiles. Then take my hand.
My heart skips a beat. "Where we go?"
"You never got to see any art."
"It's one in the morning."
"It's Paris!"
We head deeper into Chinatown, cutting up and down streets until Willem finds what he's looking for: a series of tall, dilapidated buildings with barred windows. They all look the same except for the buildi
