Monsieur L'Vampyre Paris Heat Wave

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE PARIS HEATWAVE As streets of Paris smoldered to July and rippled heat rose up into the sky, although the dark should bring relief it only added to the grief and made a restless body want to die; there was no motion to the stagnant air it only layed a blanket ev'rywhere, and there it stayed for seven days all stale and torrid in its haze, and I was wrought to find companions there. Though all the sufferring that Paris knew slowed down the pace, and ev'rything we do, at least when we had thought of it we had to smile a little bit, because t'was hell for all the tourists, too.