Lost In Time _Jelsa_

Prologue

Prologue

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Paris, France. Modern day- the Musée du Louvre. Sparkling with dappled light reflected from pei's pyramid, was breathtaking.

The museum itself is a work of art! Pictures do not do it justice.

I was a travel agent from America and a travel blogger on the side- I loved to travel. The food. The language. The architecture.

Paris has been my dream trip and how could I miss seeing the Louvre? I've been wanting to focus more on my blog, "Two hours at the Louvre. What you HAVE to see." Could be the article that does it.

I entered the Denon Wing. Containing Jacques- Louis David's The coronation of Jackson. I opened my phone app to double check my location, only to be bumped by someone from a large tour group.

"Excuse me. I mean, pardon." They smiled sheepishly and responded in kind. Swiss, by their accent.

Counting onward, I found The coronation. It was so large, I thought I could step through it into another world.

"It takes up the whole wall." I awed, gaping at the painting with mouth open and hands cupping my cheeks.

"Did you know, it's the second largest painting in the Louvre." A voice came from beside me, I looked at the ginger haired man with emerald green eyes. He was also looking at the painting.

Oh? Is he talking to me?

He spoke like a native; his outfit, finished with a long beige overcoat, suggested wealth and class.

He looks like a man out of time. As if he stepped out of one of these paintings.

The smartly dressed gentleman turned on his leather oxfords and drew close, peering at me.

"Pardon, Monsieur?" I asked almost sounding offended.

I wasn't an object in this museum to be examined. Then the gentleman uncurled his hand, so I could see what he held.

"I knew it. This earring belongs to you." He spoke in his rich voice, there in his palm layed my round pearl stud earring. 

"Oh! When did I lose it...?" I touched my ears. One of my studs was missing.

"I believe it was when that pastron bumped into you. I happened to spot it as it fell. I was looking for a chance to return it to you." He smiled as he took a few steps forward towards me.

"Thank you very much." My bow was instinctual. When I looked back up, I caught his eyes: the color of spun green, I'd never seen anything like them.

"It's a shame there's no mirror here to help you put it back on." The gentleman spoke almost sounding sorry or ashamed.

"I'm sure there's a restroom nearby." I pointed out.

"Shall I help you restore it to it's proper place? That way you won't lose it again."

I had accepted the intimate offer before I realized what I was doing. It wasn't just his eyes. Had his old world, noble manner enchanted me?

"If you would hold still, Mademoiselle?"

The gentleman brushed my blonde hair back with his finger that could have belonged to one of the graceful sculptures around me.

I know we're in Paris, but this is too amorous an act to be coming from a stranger.