Veronica finds herself alone in the most romantic city in the world - Paris. By sheer luck, she bumps into the gorgeous Mr. Smith once again. The pair get lost in a labyrinth of signs in the City of Light, discovering each other and unveiling storie...
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As the black limousine rolled along the Seine River, she looked out of the window to watch the city awaken. A familiar kind of excitement filled her. This was the same feeling she had when she first set foot into her new world in Dubai. Coincidentally, this was what she felt when she woke up yesterday morning to prepare for her flight.
Suddenly, a grand spire from afar caught her eye. Right before her stood the famous cathedral, Notre Dame de Paris. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. The presence was so powerful that she felt the energy and rich history summoning her. An old family tale of her paternal grandmother instinctively flashed in her mind.
"Clément, est-ce qu'elle Notre Dame?" Clément, is thatNotre Dame? She leaned forward as she pointed at a church sitting on an island by the river.
"Absolument, mademoiselle," Absolutely, miss, confirmed the chauffeur.
"TJ, she has to be our last stop." She addressed the cathedral like an entity because her Mamy did the same. She used to call her The Lady.
"Of course," he said as he quickly instructed Clément to drive towards zero kilometer. The cathedral is the point from which distances are measured from Paris to other cities in France.
For some odd reason, the driver dropped them off at the back of the church. Much to their surprise, a beautiful garden greeted them with its pleasant greenery and surviving flowers of the season. Visitors were strolling around to take full advantage of this lovely morning.
Veronica gasped as she spotted the flying buttresses in all its Gothic glory while the morning sun beamed to create subtle shadows on the ground. Gargoyles atop the series of towers stood so proudly to support the height of this magnificent building.
As they walked past trees and bushes, she began to recall bits of her family history. Never did she expect to remember her grandmother's story after all these years. And never in this lifetime did she ever think of going here!
"When everyone was reading the Hunchback of Notre Dame, I grew up listening to Mamy's stories of her great, great, grandfather's great, great grandfather whose name was José Suárez. He was a young man from Andalusia, Spain. He left his town at a very young age to search for an adventure. He met his bride, a French girl from Arlet (ar-leh)while on his journey in France. He was a romantic and wanted to give her the world. But he was a poor man who worked using his bare hands. Her parents disapproved of their union. Fortunately, he'd heard news that they required skilled workers for the famous Norte Dame so they fled to Paris. He became one of the builders of this cathedral."
She saw how his expression changed as he raised his thick eyebrows in awe.
They made their way to the western façade of the building while admiring the details surrounding the structure.
