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Imitating Georgia O’Keeffe (13)
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The cathedral is very dark inside, looking almost gothic – almost making you think it’s too dark and gloomy for a place where people praise God. We spend about 10 minutes there, just enjoying the wonderful sounds that reach our ears.
Once out of it, we head for the castle again and marvel at the exotic trees and flowers that we pass on our way down very narrow paths that will eventually lead us to it.
“It’s strange how we marvel at the architecture, and the nature, and the mentality of an unknown city, we admire nearly everything we see – but if we lived here, it wouldn’t seem as amazing to us, because we would be accustomed to the beauty and wouldn’t notice it flash in front our eyes every time we turn our heads. We so often don’t see the beauty that is surrounding us. We don’t value it,” Bette says.
James and I just nod to that, that applies to almost everything I can think of, except for one thing, for her. No matter how much time her mental and physical beauty are in front of my eyes, I never cease to notice them, because with each passing day they develop and she’s becoming only more beautiful to me.
At last, we reach the castle. But the gates are closed and a sign on it says that it’s private property. Nobody told us that and we all just sigh, walk around the stone walls for some minutes and turn to leave, not saying a single word. But then we notice a small group of people standing not far from us with their backs turned on us. We move towards them and as we cover the meters that are dividing us, we get to see that from this point we can see the entire city of Baden-Baden as if it was on our palms.
“Come here,” Bette says, taking me gently by the hand again and leading me to where there’s space for us to stand and enjoy the view. We lean against the stone barriers and just gaze at the city, at its numerous houses that look very small from here and yet you can see that all of them are different, not one resembles its neighbor. The city is surrounded by hills of different heights and, encompassing the unique architectural culture of Baden-Baden, they make it look like a secret valley known only to people who treasure such things – a paradise of sorts.
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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. ;)