Come Meet Me in Gay Pah-ree

23 Apr

The trip to Paris began with a blunder. On arriving at Ebbsfleet to board the Eurostar to the city of luhhhve, the puzzled stationmaster shook his head and said ¨But this train left at 5.58 in the morning!¨ So much for a darn 24 hour clock.

A 100 pounds poorer (how I would love to substitute the word ´poorer´for ´lighter´. Don´t let me distract you now. Carry on.) but not to be vanquished, I was on the next train to St. Pancras, the station from which subsequent trains would leave. Fresh ticket issued and a sandwich consumed out of sheer boredom, (missed trains clearly aren´t excitement enough), I awaited the boarding announcement by counting men in pink shirts. Having been exposed to only Yanks in my youth, apart from our very own desi boys, European men are a subject of fascination for me. They´re…well, so….different. And they wear pink. Yes, I´m very descriptive that way.

Cut to me on the train, chugging along the Chunnel, admiring yet another pink-clad person, and reading this interesting collection of narratives. Gare Du Nord station arrived soon enough, and there I went, hopping off the train, into a taxi and zooming along the streets of Paris, who welcomed me with light and Louvre and a tilt of the head that sighed Óne more admirer´. Oh these stunning cities. How hard it must be to be them.

¨I´m here already,¨ he had said over the phone, and I went up to the hotel room. No, scratch that. I´ve seen seashells that are larger. As I sorted my things and readied to end my 36-hour, multiple time zone day, there was a knock on the door. There he was, smiling broadly, and I hugged him in excitement and relief.

(To be continued…)

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7 Responses to “Come Meet Me in Gay Pah-ree”

  1. dipali April 25, 2012 at 10:48 am #

    That sounds so romantic! Waiting:)

  2. Orange Jammies April 28, 2012 at 1:05 am #

    dipali: :)

  3. Aunty G. April 29, 2012 at 2:30 am #

    Ebbsfleet, St. Pancras and Gare du Nord
    Tongue-twisters for me, difficult to ford
    Paris’ excitement is catching
    His coming, all the more ka-ching
    Now, where to, next, are you going to board?

  4. Orange Jammies June 12, 2012 at 3:59 pm #

    Aunty G: I have much to share
    Soon as I find my head somewhere
    Please don’t be hating
    I shan’t keep you waiting
    I know it’s quite, quite unfair.

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