Paris, City of Light, had a charm that neither Day nor Foud could deny. Once the astonishment of the god of lightning passed on the change of side of the road - the French driving on the right - he let be carried away by the beauty of the Haussmann buildings that lined the roads. They passed in the district of Montmartre, passing in front of the basilica of the Sacré-Coeur which seemed to dominate the surroundings. Day had heard that its whiteness was beautiful to see when the sun was high in the sky. The road continued, the journey dragged on and in the distance, the blond could see the Eiffel Tower rising above the treetops, offering a magical view with the pink sky. The sun was struggling to rise, but the shimmering colours of the sky, mingling with each other in unparalleled harmony, made the young man pensive.