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Tthe new Pyramid entrance to the Louvre! It's more than 80' high and was designed by I.M. Pei -- at first no one liked it 'cause it was 'diff. Now it's part of the Paris scene. |
Suzy
IQ Looks
for Her Crush at the LOUVRE |
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Hey,
can you dig my Ingrid Bergman Casablanca hat? All
mysterious-like,
huh? Let me tell you, I'm freakin' when we get back to Paris and
I scope out the Louvre Museum -- I heard it takes more than two hours
just
to walk through it!
I feel like I'm walking into a scene of Old World intrigue like in Moulin Rouge when my 'rents let me hang out in the museum while they take my bro Jason to Euro-Disney, as if he has to see Mickey Mouse speak French or something. I don't know where to look for Paul....the new pyramid entrance...the Richelieu wing...the upstairs...or maybe the cafeteria? I keep thinking 'bout that scene in that ole B&W flick with Humphrey Bogart that my mom watches 24/7 where he tells Ingrid Bergman, "We'll always have Paris." Yeah, that's cool. I'm hoping Paul and I will always have Paris, too. Where is he? |
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So, here's the deal...and the floor plan of the Louvre -- what they call the rez de chausée or ground floor (they call the 2nd floor the 1st floor and weird stuff like that). Like, I'm sketching bad -- I can't find Paul on any floor. After a while I feel like the statue without a head they call the Winged Victory -- she's perched on the landing near the main Daru staircase. Finally, I sit down on the stairs, holding my head in my hands and feelin' pretty bummed out. |
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I'm wondering
if I should forget him. I believed Paul when he said, "I'll be
there, I promise!" As if you can believe what guys tell
you. I totally thought he was diff. He musta
thought
I'm as naive as the chick in this ole songsheet I found in the flea
market.
I believe in girl power and all.
So why AM I still looking for him in the courtyard outside while I wait for my 'rents? |
Mon
Dieu! as
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 It's
Paul !!!
But who is that chick ridingon the back of his bike????? My head is spnning like a thousand whirling tops! And I'm not listening when I hear Paul call out my name, " Suzy...!" I want to run away and forget Paris until I hear him call out -- "I want you to meet my sister, Jessica! |
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His SISTER??? |
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I can't tell you how fab I feel when Paul jams over to me and gives me
a big hug and brushes my lips with a warm kiss.
"Did you say your sister?" I ask, checking out the tall, blonde babe holding his hand. She's so beautiful, she looks like a model or something. "Paul's told me so much about you, Suzy," Jessica's all saying to me, smiling and acting real nice. "I'm so glad to meet you." "Me, too," I answer. "And now I'm going to show my fave gals Paris!" Paul says, taking my hand. |
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Nobody
ever got to see Paris like I did. Paul took his sister Jessica and me
everywhere
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-- from the top of the Eiffel Tower to the Latin Quarter on the Left Bank.
And when he found out that I love the Impressionists he took me to the
Musée D'Orsay to see paintings by my fave artists, Van Gogh,
Monet,
Toulouse-Lautrec --
And I was totally stoked when we went to the cemetary at Père LaChaise to see -- |
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There's one thing the tourists always want to see -- Paris
fashion!
And guess what? I've been invited to a fashion
show!
Yeah -- Paul's sister is a model living here in Paris! SOOOO.....
CLICK on my HAT at the bottom of this page for my Entrée (as the French say) into the world of high fashion. But first... |
Wow! Am I stoked or what? Send me an E-MAIL and tell me how your summer's going. |
Later that night as I walked down the rue de la Huchette with Paul (he
reminds me oh so much of Christian in Moulin Rouge), I thought 'bout
how
I lucky I was. We talked 'bout what we wanted to do with
our
lives as we munched on a kind of a doughnut we bought in a Triniday
bakery
in this old part of the Latin Quarter where Roman soldiers once marched
2,000 years ago.
'Course, Paul kissed me, but it was more than just a kiss -- it was something dramatic and so special. We stood under the light on a corner marked with a plaque in the wall that said that on this spot two French Resistance fighters lost their lives fighting against the Nazis in 1942. And our
lives are
just beginning....long live freedom! |
Click on pic of me holding the holiday
lights
and go to scenes from my holiday play,
"The Christmas Piano Tree"
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