The moon barely lit up the cold winter night and the wind gusts were icy.
Loedi trudged through the sleeping city, and only the sound of his footsteps on the cobblestones disturbed the silence of the night.
In the darkness, his childish fear of the monsters that might be hiding there resurfaced.
Loedi shivered and quickened her pace.
“City of light…. where are you?”
Paris answered her indirectly with one of its majestic street lamps, which she placed in her path.
Loedi immediately climbed up and slipped into the glass interior.
There, sheltered from the wind, she was able to light a candle whose glowing flame instantly dispelled all darkness.
The lamp post, thus illuminated, reminded Loedi that it would be her protector until dawn, but above all that it was forever the proud guarantor of the City of Light.