"The Luxembourg...?" The name Edmond Rostand means nothing to him and it's nearly impossible for Lesgle to see Paris in these wide streets filled with cars and buses. He stares at a clump of trees for several seconds, then closes his eyes. "Wait, I've read about this. A plan of modernization. New streets, new buildings, new sewers even. Very clean. Very hard to barricade."

When he opens his eyes, none of this particularly helps. If that's the Jardin du Luxembourg, this is...oh, hell, it could be any of a dozen places Lesgle used to know like the back of his hand. "When I came to Milliways before, it was through a café. If I had a map of the new streets, I could...guess at where that would be now."