nouveau départ | New Start

1940 . France ,Paris

It was a clear day just like my head. Until tomorrow night I was thinking about my decision but I knew Jenna that my impulsive decisions always proves its worth later while. As the bright sun light touched me above from the news paper I was reading, it reminded me I was right. A smile appeared on my dry lips.

The city was beautiful but the thing which struck me the most was the ladies of the city. Beautiful, classy and their beauty seems so natural, unlike the female of London. Their skin was glowing and they seems busy and my eyes were busy too. I was searching for inspirations Jenna, at least that was what I told myself before coming to Paris. Which was not quite wrong Jenna but mostly I was fed up, fed up with everything. Every bit of my life, every bit of London , I promised myself that I will try everything in this city, I will be more daring, I will care less , I will be this and that....

I re- gazed at the news paper. It was a English paper. I was searching for a certain news : "FAMOUS ENGLISH POET VIOLA CLARE IS MISSING FROM HER FLAT, GORGE KELLY IS VERY CONCERN ON THE MATTER" but I knew it will not be in the paper cause I just left tomorrow night and it will take time for them to consider VIOLA CLAIR missing. And as far as I knew that your father will be never concern with his "renowned" wife, he was busy producing Devil's Bible that time. He was always busy.

As I set on a chair in a small garden which I believe was a public garden I saw more beautiful ladies. Jenna before you doubt my sexuality, let me tell you I always admires a classy lady with so put together that a beautiful bouquet of flower would envy and Paris was full of those classy lady and the fashion was remarkable. Although I was feeling alienated with my my over sized coat, messy tied up hair and dry skin I was quite enjoying the view. Everything seems so charming and the city was charming me. Jenna I remember seeing a old couple by the fountain. They were so loving and chatty , almost remind me of my marital crisis. In fact the whole city seemed to me having everything which I was lacking and for a moment I thought may be this city can complete me....

I took a pen from my coat and wrote me compléter  which means compete me in French, in the corner of the last page of the news paper. and I smiled at those words

                   I remember.
I remember The flying leaves and.             floating leaves Blazing yellow orange red...
Until, wind-felled, their final embers
I remember to this day
This wet wool-gray, this end of day

Paris that November.

Then where I wrote those words I noticed a small advertisement of a painter , Written in a black Italic font :

FEMALE MODEL NEEDED FOR A         
                       NUDE PORTRAIT 
I am a painter and Illusionist, Arthur Nicole and I urgently need a female model for a nude portrait. I will pay 50 Euro for an hour. Interested individual meet me tomorrow 6pm at my studio.
Address :- Monsieur et Madame A. Delorme
60 Avenue Maine.
75014 Paris
France

and with that advertisement there was a black and white portrait of a black lady with a flower in her hair. I thought the portrait was great but something was missing, I didn't know what but there was something missing. 

But in that time I found that little article quite funny and I still find that funny Jenna. I assumed that this painter is not quite famous and struggling in this art world and I always respect struggling artists cause I once was one of them but the most beautiful thing of that stage is there is no one to critic your art, your creation, you are the God and you are the praiser.I wish Mr.Nicole knows that cause I miss that stage I thought.

With a cold breeze I wake up from the bench and folded my news paper and hoped that Mr. Nicole finds his model after all there was no shortage of beauty in Paris....

                      -------------------