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The Domestic on the Five-Star Steps
Severus shouldered Elaine's avocado green leather bag as well as his own black roller bag when they disembarked from Charles De Gaulle Airport. He procured a taxi, French rolling easily off his tongue. Elaine pressed her face to the window eagerly as the more modern outskirts gave way to the heart of the old city.
Their hotel was across from the Tuileries Garden and practically in the shadow of the Louvre. Elaine paused on the steps to gaze back over the bright green foliage of the garden and let the scent of the bakery next door wash over her.
Avocado, #21