In the dark there are things that man should never see and in the dim shroud that encompasses Paris these things make their presence known. Even at the height of noon the haunted city is cloaked in a penumbra, casting a gloomy shadow over the shifting pattern of the metropolis. Faintly the sounds of music can be heard over the din of the crowd, almost as if the ethereal denizens are holding Carnival... [click here for more]