Paris: II

ON THE MORROW

Reader, I am going to have to take a bit of creative liscense here and change the perspective of my undercover work. You see, embarassing as it is to relate, I can comprehend no untoward meaning from how Mindy and Breanna spent their second day together in Paris. I have a few suspicions of course...mainly that they were working on keeping up appearances, trying to be themselves. All I can relate is that they did suspiciously Mindy-ish and Breanna-ish things. Much too obvious. They should have perceived this, mischief-makers of their caliber and all.

Ch. 1
When Mindy awoke, her arms were underneath her and bloodless. Finding no connection between her brain and her movements, her corpse-like body was resigned to a morning of repose. Mindy instead fell to observing the guest chamber in Breanna's paris flat. When she had regained her ability to sit up in bed, she tarried just a little longer, thinking about the events of the night before. She remembered the late night tea wherein secrets were at long last revealed to her counterpart. Secrets that went to the very heart of her identity. Mindy smiled to think of her new dancing skills, that were still fresh from her experiences in Africa, and the wild night of dancing and singing for Breanna. With all the charm that reflection held, Mindy was loathe to leave her bed until sometime between 11:26 am and noon. But she soon felt a change of scene was in order.

Ch. 2
Revitalized to her very bones from rest and reflection, Mindy enjoyed a Parisian breakfast with Breanna in the drawing room. To the observer with his nose in the keyhole (although, Reader, I assure you I am above such practices), all their subjects seemed correct at breakfast, nothing yet something might have been said...[I did overhear this rather convincing conspiracy theory put forth by Breanna that sounded like pure genius :). I am not a gambling person, but I suspect if one was to put a bit of money on Breanna's Harry Potter theory: That Harry is himself a Horcrux, one could benefit immensely...] They did not see fit to immerge until early-afternoon. And where was their destination? Second-hand bookstores. Is it suspicious to you, Reader, that out of all the attractions to attend to in this beautiful city, they decided to go straightaway into the only canadian bookstore in all of paris? I only heard snippets of their conversation, but certain sources tell me they were even heard quoting a book titled "Canadian Xenophobia." What could all this blatant patriotism mean? Only one thing: Mischief.


Ch. 3
Upon leaving a secondhand bookstore, Mindy and Breanna talked about the differences between the country and the city (Don´t be alarmed yet, dear Reader. Their conversation did not reach the point of antipathy towards city travels that would be necessary to raise a security alert, but there was a general dislike being stressed....In breanna, who has had to walk on the merde-lined Parisian streets for the last two months, it might be considered suspiciously strong, but not yet dangerous). Right before boarding the metro to go to their next destination, their shoulder bags bulging under the weight of literature, an interesting development took place...Mindy glared at Breanna in shock and embarassment and said: "how could you make such as important decision without me????" Yes, Mindy and Breanna have also taken steps to guard their individual identities, some might say they went a little too far. The outburst Mindy made refers to Breanna´s extremity as regards meat. You see, Breanna has been a vegetarian for years now, supposedly without consulting Mindy first, who it would appear had no knowledge of this dastardly deed. Despite Breanna's assurances to the contrary "Mindy, be reasonable, am I to believe you have never before comprehended my antipathy tozards meat?" Mindy's expression says it all.


books arranged in a semi-circle
Why else would Mindy have learned French?
Momo
all their body language seems to suggest:
the orange glows
attracts little children
can be used as a ball
is defected
"She Stoops to Conquer" a suspicious title indeed. Does their plot include securing husbands for themselves? The spent a suspicious amount of conversation on the subject of Boys.
Rumour has it that they made Indian food and watched a few British comedies (Jeeves and Wooster to be precise).


THE DAY AFTER THAT: ON THE MARROW
Up
Cereal without milk
catacombs
red hats
cafe
ghost story
cemetery
apple tart and baguette
theological discussion
pantheon
home
montparnasse - they sought out this one particular crepe stand?
Sacre-Coeur
appearances kept up, bought a beret to try to blend in
men on the metro
wine
weiner man
pelvis bone
the drum

undesirable objects

JUST CALL ME MOMO: a firsthand account
Well, I was doing a bit of undercover work. Just lying low, trying my best to personify the Algerian, second generation immigrant alibi that was assigned to me. My superiors hadn´t revealed to me exactly why or what my mission was exactly. So, I decided to have a bit of fun with it. I adorned my gold chain neclace and white pants, rounded up a couple of Algerian cronies, got my hair cut, then set my mind on a relaxing, uneventful day in the Park Villette. This park, being fairly new and a good ways away from the center of Paris, was really one of the last I would have suspected for a destination by the two notorious mischief makers. My pack of friends decided to sit around a low cement wall and I split to flirt with a couple of girls as we waited. My expectations weren´t very high....and then....I saw them. There they were, sitting together wrapped in a pashmino shawl with a curious arrangement of books around them. Even if they weren't an assignment,the semi circle of books around them, was a natural curiosity. I drew towards them, white pants glaring and smiled. They looked at me in amazement at first, and I sat down before they had time to recover their manners....