Gordy’s dad was there after the war and
says they make you pay to sit in the Luxembourg Gardens. But I don’t
care. We just know every corner of the Village and we’re bored. In a few years,
we’ll be 16, Ruby and me, and I think we need an adventure to celebrate. But sshh. Our secret, ‘kay?
We just both need to learn French and
I’ve already started. I try to get Sky and Blu to teach us and Blu tries, but
neither one is very good at it. I did bring a book, though, so Rubes and I can
go over our verbs.
tu attends, nous attendons, vous attendez… we are all
waiting for Paris. But. I promise you. We’re not going to Versailles or La
boring! We’re going to
live like Scott and Zelda and Anais Nin. And like Ruby says Gertrude Stein
said, “I write for myself and strangers.” That’s what Ruby’s going to do.
Ruby says 16 is too long to wait but they
won’t let you go if you’re too young. And I keep telling her, we don’t know
enough French yet.
J’attends. I’ve heard
people stand in front of clothes stores when they get a new shipment like we
wait on line here for the movies. And you could be waiting hours for a meal at
a café, but nobody cares, because the idea is to sit and talk and of course,
watch the world go by.
In Paris we won’t have to get up until
noon. (I try to do that here on weekdays but Sky doesn’t like it.) I’m going to
have the coolest clothes and Ruby will too. You really have to know fashion to
live there so that’s another thing we have to bone up on.
Ruby says no; she says fashion isn’t
cool. But come on, is there anything cooler than walking down the street in the
something designed by Coco Chanel on your way to
see Edith Piaf?!
But you know what, I say, we’ve got to
stop thinking about it If we keep this up, we won’t be able to walk down Bleecker Street without going nutso. And Gordy’s making
noise about getting an egg cream. Which isn’t a
bad idea, and I don’t think they have those in Paris.