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Just a little passage from my 2nd book as yet unnamed.

Paris lives.  Paris is viscerally and palpably alive.  It is loved, and carefully tended.  Parisians are proud people and they have every right to be as their city is a jewel to be admired and fully experienced.  It seemed a lifetime ago that Allan, her former boss, instructed Lindsey to find an apartment near the Eiffel Tower.  He was unaware that Lindsey had already begun putting her pieces in play; pieces that would result in his eventual demise and result in her ascendance to a place of wealth she could never have imagined.

She wanted the apartment in the 7th arrondissement.  It had to be on the top floor as she didn’t want to hear people walking above her.  It had to have a spectacular view of the Eiffel Tower.  And she wanted to eventually own the entire floor. 

Her agent, Madam DuBois, was tasked to find just such a place.  And so, on a crisp fall morning, she had a twinkle in her eye as she stood waiting for Lindsey’s limousine to pull up to the curb.  She waited patiently as the driver came around and opened the door for Lindsey. 

“I love this area,” Lindsey said as she looked up and down the tree lined avenue.  Like sentries standing post, the canopy of shade trees ran majestically down the immaculately kept Avenue de la Bourdonnais.   The trees were in various stages of transition; some still vibrantly green, while others fully adorned in fall colors.  A few leaves had already fallen and scrattled down the sidewalk in the light breeze.  The air tinged with a cool crispness, a harbinger of winter soon coming.

The avenue was filled with a medley of people: from joggers to impeccably dressed women walking purposefully in their ubiquitous Parisian stride, and locals casually taking an afternoon stroll to the local bistro for a glass of wine or café.

A giggle of teenage girls passed, their reverie heightened by the immutable fact they were young, beautiful, but best of all - Parisian.

c. 2012, L. Neyl Rietcheck

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Comment by Maryanne Mesple on January 14, 2013 at 7:20pm

captured me right away! I've always had a desire to walk the streets of Paris and drink in all the beauty I read about ... and perhaps, one day, I will do just that.

Comment by L Neyl Rietcheck on November 29, 2012 at 11:35am

That's a very good observation about them considering you haven't been there (YET!).  You are a person that appreciates art and culture and history.  It is something that we as Americans are lacking.  I don't want to make a blanket statement about American culture, but let's face it, we are a YOUNG country compared to Europe and the Orient.  I lived in Japan for 2 years, and they use the standard calendar just as we do, but they also use the ancient dating system of each year of the  Emperor's reign.  So, for example I was born in 1949.  It was Emperor Hirohito's 24th year of his reign.  So, I would say to a Japanes, I was born in Showa 24.  So, when one has that kind of mind knowing the history of your country, it changes the way one sees the world.  Sometimes I believe the world looks upon the U.S. as a petulant child with not enough wisdom to control its own strength.  Sorry.  I'm on my 2nd cup of French Press and I'm obviously babbling!

Comment by wiffledust on November 29, 2012 at 9:39am

you're so lucky! you know what i love from your description? the emphasis on art and beauty that the parisians seem to believe in. sometimes cultures get so coarse they practically step on all things "art". i love hearing about france and italy where there is a real value on that which is beautiful!!

Comment by L Neyl Rietcheck on November 26, 2012 at 8:54pm

You'd have a ball.  Parisians aren't stuffy, they're just reserved.  They get a very bad wrap from Americans.  Parisians are extremely polite and quiet.  It's amazing.  If they're on a cell on the Metro, they will hold the mike to their mouth and speak in very low tones. We loved them and we were polite and so they were very kind to us.  I think you need to go.  And, OMG it's so beautiful.  The food and wine is just ridiculously good.  The women are all so fashion conscious.  And the museums are delightful.  But strolling and sitting at a sidewalk cafe and people watch is the most fun of all.  Don't get me started!!  We're going back and stay at least a month probably next year.  Can't wait.

Comment by wiffledust on November 26, 2012 at 8:43pm

do you really think i'm a paris kinda gal? i always wondering if it was too stuffy for me. but it sure looks beautiful...and the art! and the fashion! looking forward to the bahamian description!

Comment by L Neyl Rietcheck on November 26, 2012 at 8:10pm

Thanks so much!  YOU above all people really need to go to Paris.  I have a pretty fun description of my private island in the Bahamas.  I'll post it this evening.  

Comment by wiffledust on November 26, 2012 at 8:02pm

what a beautiful description, neyl! i've never been to paris, but i could feel it! let's have more!

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