They saw the EIfel Tower, the
Conciergerie- he stood by the door as a doorman, the square mass of the Loure
in the distance crouching like a brooding griffin an ancient eagle over its
treasures; the shiplike silhourette of Notre Dame anchored in the heart of
Paris.. Then they crossed theSeine and
meandered through the left bank., their faces jostling and squeaking over the
cobbles of dark., narrow street. They passed by drowsy little shops, peaceful
bristos, ancient churches wedged between grimy houses. They came across
unexpected little squares, each with it
bubbling fountain, a bronze gesture of some general, a wooden bench on which
sat like a goat to whom also rentier- meaning an aged retiree in a derby hat
and overcoat reading the newspaper. Sometimes a small merry-go round chanked
for a cluster of wide eyed small boys as those urchins.
Conciergerie- he stood by the door as a doorman, the square mass of the Loure
in the distance crouching like a brooding griffin an ancient eagle over its
treasures; the shiplike silhourette of Notre Dame anchored in the heart of
Paris.. Then they crossed the
meandered through the left bank., their faces jostling and squeaking over the
cobbles of dark., narrow street. They passed by drowsy little shops, peaceful
bristos, ancient churches wedged between grimy houses. They came across
unexpected little squares, each with it
bubbling fountain, a bronze gesture of some general, a wooden bench on which
sat like a goat to whom also rentier- meaning an aged retiree in a derby hat
and overcoat reading the newspaper. Sometimes a small merry-go round chanked
for a cluster of wide eyed small boys as those urchins.
“Would
you like to go in?” Henri suggested as their fiacre was crossing the parvis of
Notre Dame.
you like to go in?” Henri suggested as their fiacre was crossing the parvis of
Notre Dame.
They
entered the immense shadowy nave
redolent with incence and the mustiness of very old structures. Here and there
cowled figures of women knelt, their hands clapped before their mouths. Behold
a pillar a young woman sobbed noiselessly.
entered the immense shadowy nave
redolent with incence and the mustiness of very old structures. Here and there
cowled figures of women knelt, their hands clapped before their mouths. Behold
a pillar a young woman sobbed noiselessly.
Henri
glanced at Vincent, who was starting at the tiny flame burning in front of the
tabernacle, moving his lips imperceptibly as if conversing with the God behind
the golden door.. Poor Vincent, he had won, but he was tired…..The furious
torrent of vitality was ebbing , ebbing fast….
glanced at Vincent, who was starting at the tiny flame burning in front of the
tabernacle, moving his lips imperceptibly as if conversing with the God behind
the golden door.. Poor Vincent, he had won, but he was tired…..The furious
torrent of vitality was ebbing , ebbing fast….
“I
was supposed to have dinner with the “Tanguys,” Henri said, as they were coming
out of the church.
was supposed to have dinner with the “Tanguys,” Henri said, as they were coming
out of the church.
“Won’t
you come? They would be delightd to see you,”
you come? They would be delightd to see you,”
Rue CorZel Avenon…..was already
filled with evening mist when the fiacre- carriage
filled with evening mist when the fiacre- carriage
pulled up in front of the door
bell brought the old color grinder to the door. At the sight of Vincent he
flung up his short arms.
bell brought the old color grinder to the door. At the sight of Vincent he
flung up his short arms.
‘Monsieur
Van Gogh! What a pleasure, what a surprise.”
Van Gogh! What a pleasure, what a surprise.”
Still
talking he led them to the kitchen, where his wife, bare armed and perspiring,
hovered over a simmering marmite like a solicious witch. After renew
acclaimations of delight at Vincent’s unexpected appearance, the three men
filled into the courtyard at the back of the shop. There the table was already
set for the dinner. A moment later madame Tanguy appeard, carrying a streaming
marmite which she set on the table. The dinner begin,…….the…..was declare a
master piece.
talking he led them to the kitchen, where his wife, bare armed and perspiring,
hovered over a simmering marmite like a solicious witch. After renew
acclaimations of delight at Vincent’s unexpected appearance, the three men
filled into the courtyard at the back of the shop. There the table was already
set for the dinner. A moment later madame Tanguy appeard, carrying a streaming
marmite which she set on the table. The dinner begin,…….the…..was declare a
master piece.
In the spring of 1887, he had the opportunity to paint a young
Parisian woman called Léonie Rose
Charbuy-Davy. She was
the niece of art dealer Pierre Firmin ...
Parisian woman called Léonie Rose
Charbuy-Davy. She was
the niece of art dealer Pierre Firmin ...
Portrait of Léonie Rose Charbuy-Davy…..Night
had come,the air was soft. The court yard lay still and dark, except for a
small patch of light from the lamp….
had come,the air was soft. The court yard lay still and dark, except for a
small patch of light from the lamp….
“Henri?”
“Yes?”
“While
you were dressing. I looked at your paintings. That girl the blonde one. Be
careful don’t let her ruin your life! Don’t let her stop uoy from working.” He
smiled ruefully. “you are ten years younger than I am, and you havn’t said all
you want to say. Put it all on canvas, for perhaps nobody will never say it if
you don’t. “And don’t let a woman stop you from saying it.”
you were dressing. I looked at your paintings. That girl the blonde one. Be
careful don’t let her ruin your life! Don’t let her stop uoy from working.” He
smiled ruefully. “you are ten years younger than I am, and you havn’t said all
you want to say. Put it all on canvas, for perhaps nobody will never say it if
you don’t. “And don’t let a woman stop you from saying it.”
Henri had a sudden premonition he
would never see Vincent again. Already the Vincent he had known was dead. His
ugly-beautiful face had assumed a new screnity. His blue eyes seemed turned on
some nearing shore. They talked a long time after the Tanguys had gone to bed.
He held Vincent’s hand for a moment, looked once more at the gaunt, red bearded
face.
would never see Vincent again. Already the Vincent he had known was dead. His
ugly-beautiful face had assumed a new screnity. His blue eyes seemed turned on
some nearing shore. They talked a long time after the Tanguys had gone to bed.
He held Vincent’s hand for a moment, looked once more at the gaunt, red bearded
face.
“Adieu, man ami.”…..
“Adieu, man ami.”
“Monsieur
le Comte, allow me to present Captain Culot, of the Homicide Squad. He sent
twenty men to the guillotine…..This is captain Cuilguet. A specialist in jewel
robberies…..That’s Wanden Ponjel of the Roquette prison….
le Comte, allow me to present Captain Culot, of the Homicide Squad. He sent
twenty men to the guillotine…..This is captain Cuilguet. A specialist in jewel
robberies…..That’s Wanden Ponjel of the Roquette prison….
The
reception was coming to an endwhen he return accompanied by a stoky,
jovial-faced man.
reception was coming to an endwhen he return accompanied by a stoky,
jovial-faced man.
“Monsieur
le Comte, this is my old friend inspector Rampart, the vice squad chief of theSebastopol district. You know, the one I told you about…”
With a significant wink he was off.
le Comte, this is my old friend inspector Rampart, the vice squad chief of the
With a significant wink he was off.
Inspector
Rempart sat down by Henri’s side and began by speaking feelingly about Pston,
pressing his honesty and his efficiency.
Rempart sat down by Henri’s side and began by speaking feelingly about Pston,
pressing his honesty and his efficiency.
“he
mentioned in your interest in one of the Charlet girls.” He said lowering his
voice, “Belive me, you’re well rid of her. She is no good, that girl. She is
back in my district, but I got my eyes on her. She’s taken up again with that
pimp of her, and loaf all they long in that little bistro on rue dela Planchette ….Rue de la Planchette …She is
there..Go, and you’ll see her…Perhaps you can bring her back…”
mentioned in your interest in one of the Charlet girls.” He said lowering his
voice, “Belive me, you’re well rid of her. She is no good, that girl. She is
back in my district, but I got my eyes on her. She’s taken up again with that
pimp of her, and loaf all they long in that little bistro on rue de
there..Go, and you’ll see her…Perhaps you can bring her back…”
For
our he foughtagainst the haunting memories of her thrilling mouth, her fluid
body. He recalled her slutishness, her greed, her stupidity.
our he foughtagainst the haunting memories of her thrilling mouth, her fluid
body. He recalled her slutishness, her greed, her stupidity.
After
midnight he surrendered….
midnight he surrendered….
Rue
delaPlanchette was a dingy alley, a mere trench of darkness between two rows of
verminous houses.
delaPlanchette was a dingy alley, a mere trench of darkness between two rows of
verminous houses.
Mosquée de Sidi Boumediene (hichemo,
“Adieu, man ami.”
She gave him an amused glance… and
lean aside to tap the ashes of her cigarette on the floor.
lean aside to tap the ashes of her cigarette on the floor.
“What’s up there?” she asked, noticing
the stairway in the balcony.
the stairway in the balcony.
“My
room and bath.”
room and bath.”
“A
Bath
In a flash she was out of bed,
running up the stairs. He heard her exclaimation of delight at the sight of the
bathtub.
running up the stairs. He heard her exclaimation of delight at the sight of the
bathtub.
She rushed to the railing,
leaned over it.
leaned over it.
“Please,
please, let me take a bath.” Her voice had the whispering eagerness of a
child’s pleasing for a toy.
please, let me take a bath.” Her voice had the whispering eagerness of a
child’s pleasing for a toy.
“I
clean it nice, I promise.”
clean it nice, I promise.”
A small inner voice warned him to
refuse, but, instead, he said, “If you
want to.”
refuse, but, instead, he said, “If you
want to.”
…..
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