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given to men by this lovely fairy--that will be my conduit to finding her."
"Best of luck." Dan sighed, and reached for his cigar inside his coat pocket. He had a bad feeling about this.
"I've met her. I was transported to her court. It is an experience one can hardly forget. A beautiful garden cloaked in the night, with an amazing swirling green pool that glows, and iridescent flowers that wave and undulate in the night like fireflies with large, billowy illuminated wings."
Dan brushed his hand over his jaw, wondering if this Absinthe the man ingested regularly was similar to LSD when taken in heavy amounts. "I see. Was it a dream?"
"No," Arthur was adamant. "No, she kissed me. The Green Fairy kissed me, on the lips!"
"Hmmm," Dan refrained from commenting. He could imagine his new friend stoned out of his mind, half passed out in the alley and some pretty prostitute coming upon Arthur while he was dreaming of the green fairy and bending down to give him a kiss. "How about we go to a dance club, and find some naughty women with long legs to admire?"
Chapter Six
Another week passed since Gisele came to visit Tara bearing a huge carpetbag of clothes.
The kind woman stopped in frequently in the following days to drop off fashion magazines to cheer Tara and to share a pastry from the corner bakery to add to the cup of tea Tara brewed for them. Gisele shared tidbits of neighborhood gossip. The woman across the street had kicked her husband out and taken to drinking Absinthe alone at the Chien Blanc Cafe in the evenings. Gisele warned Tara about the artist in the one room studio on the top floor of their building. He was an eccentric hermit who wanted everyone he met on the stairs to come up to his studio and pose nude for him.
A bond formed between them quickly. Tara was the only woman amid the troupe of men she'd brought to nineteenth century Paris, and she hungered for a woman's companionship. After two weeks of cloistering herself in the apartment and mourning her lost babe, Gisele coaxed Tara into an excursion to the dress shops in Paris.
She fidgeted in the rigid corset she'd been laced into by Gisele earlier. The woman insisted on helping her dress for her first outing since arriving in the city, almost as if Gisele believed Tara were an idiot when it came to proper Paris fashions. The beige linen skirt and white blouse served her well on this warm spring day. Almost a little too well, as the warm sun made her feel moist and confined under all the 'proper' under things she was expected to wear as the two of them walked down the hill of Montmartre to the bus stop below.
They caught a ride on the omnibus into the shopping district of the city. Tara suggested they take the top level of the bus, as they could sit on the bench in the open air. It was exhilarating to sit so high above the sidewalks and gaze about as the horses slowly pulled the two story bus through the streets.
She watched people swarming through the tree lined boulevards, all dressed in their Victorian best. In vibrant colors , not the stark black or sepia tones she recalled from old photos of this era. That was an eye opener. Tara always imagined this time as being rather dreary due to the absence of color in the photo plates from the period. That, and the poses for portraits were always so serious, as the subject had to sit for so long--several minutes--for one image to be caught on film. No wonder they all looked so grumpy and drab!
It was a brilliant, sunny Saturday in mid-May. The leaves on the trees were vivid light green, having just unfurled their new buds recently. The ladies walking past had big bustles on their skirts, wide brimmed hats and most carried parasols. The group of boys chased after a large metal wheel. They were in shorts and knee high socks instead of trousers like the men striding past with their canes in carefully gloved hands.
It was like visiting a living museum. Except, this wasn't make believe.
"You are
"Best of luck." Dan sighed, and reached for his cigar inside his coat pocket. He had a bad feeling about this.
"I've met her. I was transported to her court. It is an experience one can hardly forget. A beautiful garden cloaked in the night, with an amazing swirling green pool that glows, and iridescent flowers that wave and undulate in the night like fireflies with large, billowy illuminated wings."
Dan brushed his hand over his jaw, wondering if this Absinthe the man ingested regularly was similar to LSD when taken in heavy amounts. "I see. Was it a dream?"
"No," Arthur was adamant. "No, she kissed me. The Green Fairy kissed me, on the lips!"
"Hmmm," Dan refrained from commenting. He could imagine his new friend stoned out of his mind, half passed out in the alley and some pretty prostitute coming upon Arthur while he was dreaming of the green fairy and bending down to give him a kiss. "How about we go to a dance club, and find some naughty women with long legs to admire?"
Chapter Six
Another week passed since Gisele came to visit Tara bearing a huge carpetbag of clothes.
The kind woman stopped in frequently in the following days to drop off fashion magazines to cheer Tara and to share a pastry from the corner bakery to add to the cup of tea Tara brewed for them. Gisele shared tidbits of neighborhood gossip. The woman across the street had kicked her husband out and taken to drinking Absinthe alone at the Chien Blanc Cafe in the evenings. Gisele warned Tara about the artist in the one room studio on the top floor of their building. He was an eccentric hermit who wanted everyone he met on the stairs to come up to his studio and pose nude for him.
A bond formed between them quickly. Tara was the only woman amid the troupe of men she'd brought to nineteenth century Paris, and she hungered for a woman's companionship. After two weeks of cloistering herself in the apartment and mourning her lost babe, Gisele coaxed Tara into an excursion to the dress shops in Paris.
She fidgeted in the rigid corset she'd been laced into by Gisele earlier. The woman insisted on helping her dress for her first outing since arriving in the city, almost as if Gisele believed Tara were an idiot when it came to proper Paris fashions. The beige linen skirt and white blouse served her well on this warm spring day. Almost a little too well, as the warm sun made her feel moist and confined under all the 'proper' under things she was expected to wear as the two of them walked down the hill of Montmartre to the bus stop below.
They caught a ride on the omnibus into the shopping district of the city. Tara suggested they take the top level of the bus, as they could sit on the bench in the open air. It was exhilarating to sit so high above the sidewalks and gaze about as the horses slowly pulled the two story bus through the streets.
She watched people swarming through the tree lined boulevards, all dressed in their Victorian best. In vibrant colors , not the stark black or sepia tones she recalled from old photos of this era. That was an eye opener. Tara always imagined this time as being rather dreary due to the absence of color in the photo plates from the period. That, and the poses for portraits were always so serious, as the subject had to sit for so long--several minutes--for one image to be caught on film. No wonder they all looked so grumpy and drab!
It was a brilliant, sunny Saturday in mid-May. The leaves on the trees were vivid light green, having just unfurled their new buds recently. The ladies walking past had big bustles on their skirts, wide brimmed hats and most carried parasols. The group of boys chased after a large metal wheel. They were in shorts and knee high socks instead of trousers like the men striding past with their canes in carefully gloved hands.
It was like visiting a living museum. Except, this wasn't make believe.
"You are
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