Paris: Past and Future Combinend

I visited Paris about five years ago as a backpacker .
All by myself, I contemplated the Champs Elysées with my mind wondering through all kinds of places and times for a hole day. It was inspiring! More than I imagined. As a writer we must travel, experience, met new people, share their stories. The world need more inspiring and powerful stories. The ones regular people live. Give them a voice, a legacy.
I thought about many ways to tell this experience. But , instead, I preferred to show you guys a piece of the finished text.

"Strange People in Worst Places"
Julia Antuerpem
She chose the coffee place hopping he would not hated. The place was as calm as can be, with a cinnamon smell and overall air of antiquity. It was the further from any modernity she could find, which still enabled a good angle for the big event, that was the point of the meeting. She tries to amuses him while they wait. But he is not amused. In fact, he feels like the last peasant, almost extinct, plucked by a historian from his sweet farm in Labruyère and thrown in a troubled Paris year-end.
In fact, he's just a simple and humble old man who never wanted to leave the country life. the only few times he came to the big city were always bad. As a child he came with his father to deliver the harvested crop, and in the midst of people who seemed to have nothing to do but walk in all directions, all he could think about was the feeling that something bad was looking at him. Now, almost 55 years since the last time, it felt no different, except that people walk faster, because of the time of year,due to the obligation to celebrate.
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As all streets and nearby windows are filled with fans, he feels more anxious and frightened. The chain of his pocket watch writhes on his fingers , as if his imaginary armor was not enough . The truth is, he has always a person who was ready to believe the worst of modernity. Went through several crises and wars , and carried very suffered stories in his face, although unknown to all . But You couldn't help the sensation that it was almost impossible to talk to him and not feel guilty as far to apologize for not being in the Great Depression .
[...]That mix of people and colors tired his sight. It was almost like that place forgotten that some day this was full of sad French women from Les Miserables, with decent howls . He feels so excluded of it all , like a fly hitting the glass without understanding how is separated from the outside world."