stentorianness

— I still walk about Paris, and am as far as ever from knowing it. But the slow unfolding of the secret of this most jealous and beautiful of capitals is part of its charm. Its elusiveness, its painted age, its haggard or its lovely air at dawn, its wisdom, its paradoxes, its elegance and its drabness, its village-like calm, its circus-like stentorianness, […] are glittering facets of the same incomparable charm.