Calista waundered far to imerse herself in mortal society and distance herself from the affairs of immortals which tore at her loyalties so fiercely.  She finally seemed to find herself closing in on Paris.  Once a bastion of Faithful, during the French Revolution some Illuminati manipulated the events and every family with Faithful deals were targeted.  Now Paris was still left pretty much to its own devices, just as local Illuminati liked it.<br/><br/>The one exception to this rule were the catacombs.  Some of its passages curved endless into themselves... allowing many legendaries and some Faithful remnants to exist hidden away.  There were only a few known egresses into this hidden world, though.  So as long as such was avoided, Immortal contact was easy to avoid... and the ley line energies which kept the catacombs in place effectively hid her from immortal vision.<br/><br/>Paris is a beautiful city... a City of Lights.  Romance and art seem to infuse the very air... as long was one was willing to avoid some of the cities occational arrogance.  Along one paticular avanue, many artists set up shop just after dark in a market strewn with chains of tiny multicolored light bulbs.  Chalk and oils and pastels lined along one wall with thier artists responsible close by.  Gypsy musicians and dancers played for coins along the other side acompanied by a few street vendors.  One of the artists who used this outdoor art exhibit had caught Calista's in the last couple of days.