"What's the Eiffel Tower?" Eponine shot him a confused look. "Paris is... Cold. There are people everywhere. Sometimes, whole families in one room. Children and dogs roam the streets, and gangs wait on the corner to slit your throats. Girls stand on corners and in the parks, old men beg and die. There are catacombs and sewers and... Police come to arrest us and lock us away, work us till we die. But we know how to get the better of the police"

She smiled. "And there are students. He talks to me, and gives me food sometimes. Sometimes he give me money. And if you go away from St. Michel, there are flowers with gardens and trees, and the families haave lovely gowns and warm fires and such materials you have not seen, monsieur. And the food. Beef and hog and apples and pears - some even have foreign things I have never seen before, with leafy spikes from the top. I have that too, sometimes."

When she's alone, under the bridge, near hallucinating from cold and hunger, it's something that she imagines to keep her warm and the hunger at bay.