episode 8, part C
PPD reacted quickly. He took the Guest's hand and excused them from the small party in the pub. They walked out onto the cobbled streets of the Champs Ellyses and began walking towards the Seine. The dancing lights of Paris twinkled off the still black water, protons mirroring electrons, the air filled with electrostatic energy under the starry starry night. The serenity was interrupted by the Guest's muffled sobs as she cried into her sweater.
"Don't cry D," consoled PPD, pulling her close. "We are in the most beautiful city in the world, where you are getting to meet the brightest minds of their time!"
"I hate George Sand!" wailed the Guest. "Do you know how it ends for them? She packs him off to Majorca when he gets TB, and when he comes back he finds she has changed the locks of the front door!"
"That's not for you to question," he state matter-of-factly. "It's the journey he has to go through."
"But she is this hideous human! I hate her!"
"She definitely looks like an Amazon!" winked PPD, "She is like four of you, put together, she's massive."
They giggled conspirationally. From the corners of the bridge they could hear a Flautist playing softly.
"That reminds of someone I loved dearly, in another lifetime."
"That's the beauty of time travel, dearest Aai. We get to experience those different lifetimes, consciously."
"But there's one thing I have realised that i enjoy," said the Guest.
"What is that?" enquired PPD.
"I realise I like the uncertainty.....of not knowing what will happen."
"Yes. It sparks our curiousity and keeps it interesting. Spoilers are called spoilers for a reason," he smiled.
"Let's go grab some hot chocolate?" asked the Guest.
They slowly walked down the quiet streets into a tiny cafe "Le levres, Le Briques" by the side of the road and settled down in a corner listening to a violinist playing some Faure. They were lost in their thoughts, when suddenly a sharp ringing of the shop door bell shook them sharply.
"Luk at you two leaving me wid dos crazies!" said an irate Mata Hari.
"But how did you know we were here?" asked the Guest, astonished.
Mata Hari rolled her eyes. "My love, I know ver the Germans were every step of da way. You two are just noveeces for me!"
The trio sipped quietly on their hot chocolate, savouring the peace and sheer prettiness of Paris.
----------to be continued
Episode 8: any resemblance to any person living or dead is entirely coincidental. Emily in Paris released after this episode. One night in Paris released before, but the author has never watched it, because she is a Saint.