The Cullens were on their way to Florence. Esme had long spoke of wishing to see the city, Alice never missed an opportunity to visit Europe, and Emmett would never be left behind on an adventure. They had a long layover at the Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. While Alice took the girls and Jasper for a quick jaunt into the city for shopping—and, of more interest to the family’s newest vegetarian, away from the dense crowding of the airport—Edward, Emmett and Carlisle settled down in the lounge in the pastel yellow chairs and tried to blend in.
“Not in the mood for sightseeing?” Emmett asked after a few hours had passed. Despite being a vampire, it was still difficult for him to sit still for too long.
“I’ve seen Paris,” Carlisle answered, setting down his book. “I spent quite a bit of time in France in the early days. I actually attended theological lectures at the Sorbonne in the early—"
“The Sorb-what?”
Edward smirked at his brother, shaking his head, when the three vampires’ attention were drawn to a commotion nearby.
Last reblog reminded me of this old thing.
Tourist Trap
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