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You ride into the French streets on your horse. You hear music the people would call Gypsy-like. I head to the music and see a woman dancing with a scarf and a goat... She looks graceful in her moves... She even looks me in the eye from afar and blows a kiss.
As her notice of me nearly comes as a surprise, I hear soldiers down the street marching this way. Over here! The Gypsy should be this way!
I look at the woman who urgently grabs her belongings and the bag of donated coins. She breathes heavy as she looks to the echo of soldier footsteps then she looks up at me. Help? Please?
I look into her eyes then I look up ahead at the Notre Dame Church...