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A NIGHT IN PARIS

Parisian Adventure Series

~Book 1~

CONTENTS:

4. Chapter 1 ~ Lost in Paris!

11. Chapter 2 ~ A Moment in a Café

17. Chapter 3 ~ What Lies Within

26. Chapter 4 ~ A Night in Paris

32. Epilogue ~ The Adventure Continues!

ILLUSTRATIONS:

Cover Photo: Rooftop view from Le Meurice restaurant along the La 

Seine river

   1. pink Eiffel Tower scene

   2. French streets

   3. French pink café scene

   4. lamps on a sidewalk in Paris

   5. the Abbey of Saint Germain des Prés, on the outskirts of Paris 

   6. sign at the entrance of Saint Germain des Prés

   7. inside the great church of Saint Germain des Prés

   8. table for two overlooking the Eiffel Tower at Le Meurice

    9. a ride on the river Le Seine with a purple sunset  

Chapter One ~ Lost in Paris!

Kit Travel looked sorrowfully around her. She had just flown into Paris, 

France, from America, and she had already lost herself on this 

detestable street! Her mother, Mrs Travel had sent her to represent the 

family at her aunt's wedding: Vanessa Carl to Pierre Bordelon. It 

sounded so romantic and Kit had never had such a fine opportunity! 

Paris had been romantic, too, until she had lost her way and gotten 

confused. 

    The streets of Paris were long and winding and the city was so 

crowded Kit couldn't even see the end of the street! With a sigh of 

despair she decided to enter the closest café and sit down. Her tour 

guide would soon arrive and come looking for her. He had promised to 

meet her at Café de Louis, but the only problem was... she was didn't 

know where it was! Kit was sitting very forlornly when she saw - 

two black shoes approach her table and looked up into the eyes of a 

complete stranger - and he was smiling at her! 

   "Bonjour," he greeted her, sliding into the opposite chair. "Can I help 

you, demoiselle?"

   Kit looked blankly at him, then shifted uncomfortably in her seat. 

   "Well, I'm sort of lost, actually... monsieur," she added hastily, trying to 

seem French. She hoped he wasn't going to bother her, for there was no 

way she could defend him. It made her uneasy.

   "Where is the place you are going?" he inquired gently, failing to notice 

her shyness because of his own confidence.

   "Café de Louis," she said very softly. She was shocked when he jumped 

up eagerly and laughed.

   "I know the way! Come, demoiselle, I will help you," he said kindly. 

"Come with me," he told her, going directly - 

to the counter. He signaled the waitress and suddenly broke into fluent 

French: 

   "Nous serons de retour, Maggie, ne vous inquiétez pas pour moi. Cette 

jeune dame a besoin d'aide pour trouver Café de Louis. À plus!"    

   He winked audaciously at the sweet waitress. As they left the café, he 

fell into step with Kit and grinned at her surprised expression.

   "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked teasingly, 

looking very contented and in-his-own-realm.

   "You acted like you knew her!" Kit declared in a 

shocked tone, trying to ignore his laughs and smiles. 

Paris was becoming very strange indeed.

   "She's my sister!" the young man cried, bursting into 

delighted laughter. Kit flushed, too embarrassed to speak. 

Everyone seemed to know everyone else! Perhaps this 

stranger knew her tour guide and could direct her to him. 

But she could find him herself if only she could locate - 

Café de Louis!

   "What is your name?" he was asking her, interrupting her worried 

thoughts. "What's the matter?"

   He was so kind! Kit thought he was just like her brother 

Jamie and tears filled her eyes. She did miss him so!

   "Nothing is really the matter if you can find Café de Louis  

and Alicio Berle. My name is Kit Travel."

   "Al's meeting you there? Well, then its a piece of cake! I know him!"

   "What is your name?" Kit asked, feeling relieved and excited.

   "Fredrick Baston, at your service, demoiselle. Here we are!" 

   He took her arm to guide her through the crowd and then 

they entered the lovely little café on the street. Her eyes immediately flew 

to the closest table where a man sat, looking over a brochure. He wore a 

leather jacket and sunglasses, but he matched the description she had 

been given by the pilot of the plane from America. Could this be her 

guide?

   The man's head came up just then and he met Kit's eyes.

Chapter Two ~ A Moment in a Café

For a moment they looked intently at each other. Her stomach dropped 

to her brown shoes and she took Fredrick's hand in a hurry. The guide 

stood and extended his calloused hand to Fredrick across the table. 

   "Is this the little Bianca?" he asked in a handsome voice, turning 

interested eyes on Kit's pale but beautiful face.

   "No!" Fredrick laughed humorously, vigorously pumping the others 

hand. "This is Mademoiselle Kit Travel. She is here for her tour guide:  

you."

   The man took off his sunglasses and eyed her more closely. 

   "Ah, I thought she was your sister. But Freddy, I can see she isn't. 

She is much prettier.I am Alicio Berle. At your service and a pleasure 

to make your acquaintance, ma petite," he said graciously, taking her 

hand with a comforting touch. Fredrick watched them exchange - 

words and decided to slip away. It was better to leave her with the 

capable guide, instead of enjoying her presence alone. The guide 

noticed him walking away and grew reserved again much to Kit's 

consternation.    

   She was more embarrassed than him and shuffled nervously towards 

the window view, beautiful in the morning sunshine.

   "Look!" she suddenly cried, motioning him to hurry to her side. He at 

once came and leaned an arm around her to see what she was pointing 

at. There was a host of doves, flitting gracefully around an exquisite 

fountain in the middle of the square. 

   "Where are they from?" she asked, unmindful of his close, 

intimidating presence.

   "The Abbey of Saint Germain des Prés," he told her quietly. It is a 

beautiful place, and I go there often." 

   He paused a moment, then looked down sweetly at her - 

 with an excited look in his eyes. 

   "I know we planned to go see The Arc de Triomphe de 

l'Étoile, but what if we went to the abbey first?" 

   Kit agreed rather doubtfully, but the guide's unruffled appearance 

raised her confidence. They went slowly out the door of the café and 

turned onto the grey sidewalks full of tourists and artists painting on 

their canvases. A few children running in between cars toward the 

center of town passed them and Kit kept hold of her guide's arm. As if 

by magic, her fears slowly subsided as they passed brightly decorated 

shops and laughing people with smiles on their faces. There was very 

little to be somber about in Paris! The very feeling of being there was 

good enough. Kit soon had lost herself in the gorgeousness around 

them. 

   "My goodness! This is the most happy place I've ever been!" Kit 

cried, dancing on light feet.   

   Alicio laughed and gazed around them in mild agreement.

"That is perhaps because it is called The City of Love," he said wisely, 

matching his strides to hers. 

   Kit looked up in surprise. He sounded almost sad and she could not 

guess why in such a merry city.

   "What is it?" she asked gravely, searching his face. Alicio stopped 

and looked down at her almost fondly.

   "It is nothing, ma petite. I am only 

wondering and remembering."

   "What?" she asked, as they continued 

slowly on their way.

   "My parents used to walk this very

way with me. We often visited the great 

Abbey of Saint Germain des Prés, you

know?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry," Kit murmured, looking 

down. 

Chapter Three ~ What Lies Within

The sidewalk had led them to a paved parking-lot and before them 

loomed the great abbey. Kit and Alicio walked slowly in reverent awe 

across the parking-lot and faced the great front doors. 

   It was like nothing Kit had ever seen, but on her guide's face was 

written the pain of nostalgia. His parents must have been very dear to 

him indeed. She sighed as they approached the door and let him drop 

her arm. He was silent, as if in another world. 

   "Alicio!" she called pensively, afraid to enter the dark doorway 

without him. He at once turned and caught her hand tightly.

   "This way," was his comforting whisper, and Kit did not even 

hesitate. With him, nothing was bad or scary. The world was new and 

open to her eyes. This great abbey was now above her head, -  

standing so steadily and straight as if to live up to its famous name. 

There was a long, majestic hallway leading into the abbey and Alicio 

led Kit along the red-bricked tunnel. 

   A metal plate was screwed onto the wall and Kit's eyes flew to the 

words. They gave a haunting effect in such a place and she leaned ever 

closer to her guide. 

   Alicio did not seem to notice her presence again, but he kept a 

careful hold on her hand. A doorway filled with light appeared ahead 

and Alicio went toward it as if it called him by name. Could this be a 

place his parents had often come with him?

   Kit felt a shiver pass over her. This was an old and ancient place. It 

held such memory - and it all was pending down against them. The 

atmosphere was such that it could have made her faint. 

   "Alicio!" Kit gasped hoarsely, wringing his arm to get his attention.

He did not turn as he hurried toward the door and Kit had all she could 

do to keep up with him. She felt they were entering a place full of 

Something great, and a yet a place filled with nothing.

   "Wait for me!" was her distressed cry, but the guide heard her and 

mercifully slowed up. They now stood in the entrance to the great 

interior of the abbey - and it was a terrible sight indeed. The walls were 

a dark polished brown with intricate maroon designs and the light in the 

abbey was dim - so dim she could hardly see anything but a faint 

outline of the walls and many chairs laid across - 

the floor. Pillars lined the walls and the roof was a rimmed arch, full of 

splendor. A small group of people knelt in the front row and there was a 

ceremony going on before them, almost like a secret guild in the 

catacombs. 

   "What's that?" 

   Kit's eyes looked up above the altar where pure sunlight shone down 

through the brilliant stained-glass windows that depicted different 

saints. 

   "A Mass," Alicio almost whispered, staring tenderness at the altar 

with hope in his eyes. 

   "I'm going to attend," he told her, remembering to push her ahead of 

him. It happened too often that he accidentally left her behind, he 

thought with slight amusement. She didn't seem to be able to take care 

of herself. 

   No one noticed or saw them as Kit and Alicio slid into one of the back 

rows. The young man immediately crossed himself and looked intently 

up at the beautiful altar. 

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