The morning at the Paris Academy of Sciences, the spring sunlight pierced through the classical style window lattices, projecting dappled light and shadow onto the polished marble floor, like a painting framed with golden borders.
Outside the window, the old plane trees swayed gently in the breeze, the tender green new leaves and the azure sky reflecting each other, adding a bit of vitality and tranquility to this sanctuary of knowledge.
On the tree-lined path under the plane trees, two French gentlemen were walking together.
Their pace was not fast, their steps unhurried, accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and occasionally a few sounds of their intermittent laughter could be heard.
