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Imitating Georgia O’Keeffe (13)
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Tina’s POV
We’re in Baden-Baden. The three of us took last night’s only flight to Stuttgart and arrived there at 1pm by local time. It’s two hours later and we have just checked in our hotel in Baden-Baden, which is situated near the city’s main square Leopoldsplatz.
Bette scheduled all her meetings for tomorrow morning and the rest of the day is at our disposal. After having our long-awaited showers, Bette and I meet James downstairs. I’m not sure if we’d normally want to spend time with him on this little business trip slash a quick romantic getaway, but as Bette put it, we need an interpreter.
The first place we go to is, of course, the aforementioned Leopoldsplatz. There’s something unique about it, because it’s both a pedestrian zone and a road, it has these unique looking old buildings standing around it and a Vodafone office in one of them as well as a McDonalds. In the middle of the square, there is a triangular fountain that is surrounded by some benches for people to sit and watch the mesmerizing streams of water.
We move towards where we think might be das Schloss, the castle of Baden-Baden. On our way, we pass dozens of little street cafs where people chat, talk on their cell phones, feed their dogs, read newspapers, drink, eat, smoke and smile. It doesn’t seem to be extremely different, but it is. We hear everyone around us speaking German and it doesn’t seem foreign anymore, people’s flows of words sound unique, virtually caressing our ears.
Bette takes my hand and we turn our heads to quickly glance at each other. We don’t need to say anything to understand each other’s thoughts – this is a place to be.
We reach a cathedral where organ can be heard playing. Bette begs me to go in and we all do. It’s empty inside except for maybe 3 or 4 people sitting in the first row on the benches. We take a seat in one of the last rows and are all smitten by the music, which sounds magnificent.
“It is divine,” Bette whispers ever so quietly and I couldn’t agree more.
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well, this was fun, i’m russian and nobody undestands the capacity of my soul LOL…baden-baden is a great place to go for a vacation…i hope B&T will get much fun on this trip
I love Russian literature, but they’re too heavy. I found as I grow older and older, I just want something light to lighten my day. Of course, an NC-17 chapter may do more. lol
[quote]ménage a trois[/quote]and that means?!? lmao’ .. Ya know I should Learn other languages, just incase I get into a heated argument with a person who speaks a diff language! they could be cursing me under the sun, and I’d be baffled like … anyhoo this chapter is really nice!, even tho I havent been to germany, infact I aint been much places lol!
Thank you so much for this story and all of the wonderful details!
You never cease to amaze me with this story,i constantly feel im actually in the place your describing, That is purely down to your beautiful writting,and your wonderful discriptions…(can you imagine what NC17 does to me…lol..) seriously i find myself reading these more than once,Thanks
As just had a break from work,i saw your new chapter. I must say, Baden Baden really comes alive in it. I’ve been there and yes it is well described.I do understand their feelings standing up the hill to enjoy the view.I loved this chapter, i wish now i had the same experience in sharing Baden Baden with the love of my life. Please continue, i can’t wait reading about the opera.
Maggot, just cause Catherine and Fanny want to scratch each others’ eyes out doesn’t mean there should any hard feeling between us. We’ll just keep them in seperate rooms. As long as they don’t take the Truffaut thing out on us, we should be good. Should we call Jacqueline Bisset and see if she bears any ill will over Shorty? She was lovely, too. Let’s declare a cease fire with the French. There was a time when I was fluent, but Carter was the President then. Now I can spend a week in Paris on my own and not get the gendarmerie on my case, but can no longer conjugate an irregular verb. My dear, I thought we were both using “bush” euphamistically (Your the one who googled “yoni” after all). If not, then what the hell were YOU talking about? By the way, should Bette be quite so snotty with James over her presumption that he knows nothing about Russia. I mean: A. he’s her translator in a strange place, which puts him in a position to make her life interesting B. she didn’t know he spoke German in the first place, maybe he knows more than she thinks C. she assumed she’d be conducting her phone call with the museum in English. I don’t know Baden Baden from a hole in the ground, other than your description, now I want to go.
Your description of Baden-Baden was very lovely. It was almost like being there myself. I’ve heard it’s a really nice place to visit…I just may go there myself next vacation. B & T sharing that view was so touching…let’s hope there’s no major problems with the gallery. Thanks for the update.
James needs to find himself a man (if he’s gay that is) so he won’t feel like the 3rd wheel during this trip. Then he and said man can whisper sweet and/or naughty nothings to each other, in Russian, just loud enough for Bette to hear. ;)