O príncipe

...and she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand and he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever as she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair...

[«The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan», Marianne Faithfull. Acho inadmissível Paris perder para Londres.]

E a estrutura metálica que arranjaram para afixar o logotipo da candidatura até tem a sua graça, embora esta não seja uma opinião consensual.