The Armchair Traveller: Trip to Paris

Selriel By Selriel, 10th Oct 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is a short story of a young man and his travel to Paris. What did he found in city of love?

The journey

"Our battered suitcase were piled on the sidewalk again, we had no longer ways to go. But no matter what, the road is our life." -Jack Kerouac

In Paris, France

One morning in Paris, Zyren is strolling along the Seine river. The river powerfull attraction draws many tourists near, mirroring the city's reflection. People bring picnics and wine, other brings guitars and the atmosphere here is very joyful and sunny. Zyren sit on a bench along the river. He thinks of the majestic Notre Dame de Paris, the overwhelming sight of the Eiffel Tower and the lingering smells of chocolat in the sidewalk cafe.

A soccer ball was threw near him, followed by several boys. He pass the ball to these boys. "Merci, merci!" , boys shouted. He smiles.

The first trip

Two years ago is my first time to France. I will never forget, during that time I was not alone. I booked the Dover-Calais ferry and droved with, my girl friend, Jenny, from London.

I will never forget the first we drove through, passing every scenic views, canals and monuments. We both fell in love.

It was dark evening and Paris is a beautiful city of lights illuminating the whole city. All came back to me, the moment, the views, ambiance and of course the most beautiful girl whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. I asked Jenny to marry me. She replied "Yes", spontaneously.

Back to reality

My eyes rolled over again in the park and children were still playing soccerball. I was in deep day dream then I realized that my feet is on the ground again.

I realized how much I missed my wife. We got married then after we knew her cancer taking over her. And Jenny died a year after.

Jenny is gone. But memory of her remains and some part is here in Paris. I learned Paris is not only a lovely place, but also a home where memories lived.

I saw Jenny, my wife for the last time. We are strolling in the park along Seine river with stars in her eyes.


France, Love Story, Painting, Paradise, Paris, Proposal

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author avatar Selriel
An accountant who is fond of writing poems.
I love being a writer, it gives us the opportunity to tell stories, to create a character, to design a situation and be God of our own writing.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
10th Oct 2015 (#)

Rest In Peace!!!! That trip is beautiful. Both places are my second homes.

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