Combeferre puts a hand on Enjolras's shoulder. The shock of recognition when he and Joly arrived in the Paris-with-airships, a shock that swiftly dissipated into a flood of joy--yes, Combeferre knows there are no words to describe how it feels to go back. Even to a Paris so changed.
"Still," he said. "It was Paris. Haussmann couldn't render it unrecognizable, I'm sure." Combeferre has read of Haussmann's work; he knows the answers to the questions he would otherwise ask about the planning and construction of Paris in 1885.
"The rue Mondétour--we came there, too, Joly and I, though in a Paris even stranger than the one you found. You say you met no one you knew? Did you converse with anyone at all?"
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"Still," he said. "It was Paris. Haussmann couldn't render it unrecognizable, I'm sure." Combeferre has read of Haussmann's work; he knows the answers to the questions he would otherwise ask about the planning and construction of Paris in 1885.
"The rue Mondétour--we came there, too, Joly and I, though in a Paris even stranger than the one you found. You say you met no one you knew? Did you converse with anyone at all?"