Claire. Place Bellecour.

As Claire stood at the center of the Place Bellecour she felt the uncontrollable urge to cry. After four weeks of travelling through Europe, with all the language problems and the cultural differences, the homesickness was more than she thought she could bear.


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She considered for a moment that this sudden breakdown; this deviation from youthful adventure, may have something to do with the Place Bellecour – a huge orange square; empty, except for Louis XIV and  an enormous Ferris Wheel. She was lonely, lost and surrounded on all sides by pounding traffic.