To my Dearest Friend

first letter

I lean against the window. I'm tired from the journey but we're almost there. I feel relieved and happy. I inspect the book Yves gave to me. I love his meticulous handwriting detailing how and why the characters did what they did in his opinion. Or what he thinks Oscar means by something. There are also some incoherent ramblings about things especially when he disagrees with somebody. I smile. I'm going to miss him a lot. He was always my support and rescue. He always will be. And than I see it, Paris. We slowly near the city. I feel my heart beating in my chest. I'm here. I'm in my new home.

My dearest Yves,

Paris is marvelous. It's much more lively than our grimm London. There are people indulging in the arts and they're seen as someone to look up to. Even when they're not well known. Can you believe that? It's so beautiful here. You wouldn't believe it. It has changed since our grand tour. Oh and my Yves, the art here. They call it pointilism, it's so beautiful. It's like you can see the painters dreams! Can believe it? The people here look to much more colourful than in london, blue suits, green suits and red! On a normal day! I wish you'd be with me to see all of this for yourself! It's a dream come true to have the privilege to live here. Oh, I should tell you about my apartement. I have an art noveau style apartment. It's so beautiful with reddish wood, by green details and such beautiful ornaments. Oh, and you should see the likes of the great pylon, 4 years ago it was still in construction but it's done now. And oh darling, my friend, the louvered and the museé Carnavalet is something you couldn't  imagine, even in your dreams, even when you have read all books about Paris, which considering it's you and I'm here, you did. I could talk for days about the people, the language, the opera's, the ballet, the art, the architecture. I must say that I'm hesitant to start mingling in the aristocracy/high society here. I'm afraid they will be very different from our high society. But I'm sure that by the time you have sent me your letter I have probably overcome that crippling fear of rejection (haha). 

I hope you are having fun in England, I hope your dad is doing well and I hope your sister is too. What has happened in the last few days while I wasn't there? I must say for every beautiful thing here there is something I miss from home, Like you, the green grasslands of our manor, the horses walking around there, here I only see them in front of a carriage,

My dearest regards

Your dearest friend, Cyril Courtenay

I know this chapter is short but they'll gradually get longer (I hope)