In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

CYBER CINÉ
Back on the street, Alessandro and Penny hurried past the
antique shop and turned into a narrow street lined with more antique
shops. The blue sign on the corner said rue Bonaparte. Penny thought
they could've used that name on one of the big important streets. The
sidewalk, barely wide enough for one, overflowed with scrambling
people. At the top of the hill the street widened into the large square
surrounding the cathedral of St. Germain des Prés. Yellow-leafed plane
trees shimmered in the spotlights. The swanky café at the corner that
couldn't have been called The Two Maggots was full of tourists and
rich Parisians getting together before a night on the town.
They ran down the stairs into the Metro, where Alessandro
bought a stack of green cardboard tickets at the booth, and gave Penny
half of them. He stuck a ticket in a slot and the gate thunked open
when he threw his weight into it. Penny did the same, and got through
on the second try, catching up alongside him through the undulating
maze of white tiled corridors. They followed the arrows spelling
"Clignancourt" and got on the hemispherical platform as one of the
sleek green trains slid into the station on its rubber wheels. Alessandro
opened the incongruously retro latch to the car, and Penny and a dozen
other people crowded in behind him. The train whirred through the
tunnel, and in an instant they were at "Châtelet." He grabbed her hand
and they leapt from the car like two fugitives, following the arrows to
Château de Vincennes, and jumped on the waiting train. This one was
newer and longer with accordion joined cars that curved around the
bends and huge picture windows that gave a good view of the graffiti in
the wormhole tunnels. Another five minutes to "République," where he
yanked her off the train like the cork from a bottle, releasing the
contents of the car along with her, and they both raced down the
corridor in front of everyone else and then up the stairs two at a time to
the surface.
Above ground, they were instantly dwarfed by the gigantic
statue of a woman with her arm raised that stood in the middle of the
square. Alessandro spun around 360 degrees on his right toe to get his
bearings, and sprang from the sidewalk that headed north into the
narrow streets towards Rue du Faubourg du Temple. Cars skittered
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