Paris was…glitzy. Paris was a heady stench of heat, Europe, and wine mixed with glittery lights and boiled in a long and bloody history. It was a haphazard, crammed-together sort of city, rude French locals mixing with equally rude tourists from every country imaginable, and all the food, as far as Jayden could tell, was English, but less burned and with ‘ette’ on the end, ‘a la’ on the front, or occasionally both.
Jayden…Jayden liked it, certainly. It was so markedly different to holidays in England with his parents as a kid. Even the view from the train had been different. French countryside instead of English; French villages in French styles instead of the familiar houses dotting the fields along the English train lines. Jayden had always been jealous of Darren and his family, who fou
