Quotation

The first time I had seen the statue in the fountain, I had no idea what Vincent was. Now, when I looked at the ethereal beauty of the two connected figure-the handsome angel, with his hard, darkened features focused on the woman cradled in his outstretched arms, who was all softness and light- I couldn't miss the symbolism. The angel's expression seemed desperate. Obsessed, even. But also tender. As if he was looking to her to save him, and not vice versa. And all of a sudden, Vincent's name for me popped into my mind: mon ange. My angle. I shivered, but not from the cold. Jeanne had said that meeting me had transformed Vincent. I had given him "new life". But was he expecting me to save his soul?