merryeccentricities

Autumn in Milliways is not quite the autumn Joly remembers in Paris, and even less the autumn he remembers from childhood in Auvignon-- but it is decidedly autumn all the same, cool and pleasant enough to inspire him to extend his usual daily walks.


And there's another figure from his Paris walking today , the silhouette unmistakeable--and the gait too. He lifts one hand, and calls out a greeting in a conversational tone. "Marius! Marius Pontmercy!"