the best show in paris.
@ask-clopin
The morning church service within Notre-Dame cathedral may have been the most beautiful thing the young Baroness Adeline Lutece had ever seen.
She was tired from travelling, but the early service had woken her up immediately. The redhead marvelled at the architecture - she’d been to this city many times, and the cathedral herself was perhaps her favourite place in the whole world, but there was nothing more stunning to her than the morning light filtering through the magnificent windows.
As the service came to a close, people filed out of the cathedral, chatting softly amongst themselves. Adeline followed her family out, already captured by the city around her. She loved her hometown of London, but there was something so special about Paris to her that she was always enraptured. She followed her family out of the wonderful building, smiling as the ringing of the bells filled the sweet, cool morning air. God, how she loved this city.
After having a brief word with her father (a man who, in all honesty, didn’t care much for what his family did), the young woman linked arms with her elderly nurse and slipped off into the city. She could feel her mother’s harsh eyes on her back, but Adeline didn’t care - yet. It was not a problem for her to deal with now. Now, she could see the streets of Paris.
The pair of women came across a small bakery, and after buying themselves a little bit of breakfast, walked along the streets, taking in the sights. The sweet laughter of children caught her attention and she turned to see a trio of kids, each of them small, looking up at her. She knelt to their level and watched as their eyes followed the bread loaf in her hand, she realised that they were not so much interested in her as they were her food. Smiling, she handed the littlest one the loaf, grinning.
They giggled, running off down the street towards a group of children, who all sat around a window of some sort of wooden van. It was brightly coloured, and it seemed to radiate excitement. Before he could speak, the elderly nurse took her hand and told the redhead that she’d be just at a little cafe nearby, so stay close. My old bones, she insisted. Go and see your show!
Adeline thanked the older woman, and approached the brightly coloured van with an eager apprehension. The little girl, whom she had handed the bread, smiled up at her. She tugged on the Baroness’ soft pink skirt and insisted she sit with them. After a moment of consideration, the young woman beamed and sat beside her. The child clambered onto her lap and she asked, “So, are we about to see the best show in Paris, petite mademoiselle?”
