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Imitating Georgia O’Keeffe (13)
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James talks to somebody who stands on his left and Bette and I just stand there together, she is still holding my hand, squeezing it lightly and I feel that I am about to come undone. The city landscape in front of me is suffocating and the black curls peacefully brushing against Bette’s cheeks are alluring. I reach out to brush my fingers across her face and she turns to me with tears in her eyes and when I see them, I realize that mine are full of tears, too. I feel incredibly womanly.
“I love you so much, T,” Bette says. “I’m so glad that you’re here with me.”
She kisses my hand and my ring and we freeze, looking each other in the eye.
Once we’re out of this pleasant artistic coma, we come up to James who’s waiting for us near the stairs that lead downtown. According to James’ sources, we still have to see Trinkhalle, Kurhaus and of course, the Frieder Burda Museum of Arts, the depository of which is now storing the treasure that is Bette’s next exhibit.
We stop to eat at a lovely Chinese restaurant that is to be found right behind Leopoldsplatz, in one of the adjoining streets.
“Americans’re eating Chinese food in Germany,” I say.
“That’s what I call international,” James replies.
The visitors of the restaurant are mostly tourists who have also probably had a day or at least some hours filled with astonishment and trepidation.
“Do you recognize the language spoken around us?” Bette asks me.
“I’m not sure Chinese? German? English?”
“Nope,” she smiles. “It’s Russian.”
“Russian? Russian, in a Chinese restaurant in Germany?”
“In Baden-Baden, Tina. Did you know that Baden-Baden was like the most popular resort for Russians only after maybe Paris?”
“No, I didn’t know that.”
“Me neither,” says James.
“Well, Russian writers were living for years here, tzars didn’t mind staying here for some time as well. Do you know that Dostoevsky lost his entire fortune in the local casino, Kurhaus?”
“Oh, Dostoevsky,” James nods, chewing. “Crime and Punishment.”
“Idiot,” I say.
“I’m sorry?” James mumbles, looking stunned.
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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. ;)