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What adventures we shall have!
Jun. 18th, 2003 08:23 amThe bazaar was a strange and wondrous place. Small booths were crammed with people in formal dining ware. Tuxedoes, ballroom gowns, draped with jewelry and fine scarves. Mouthwatering smells washes over me: garlic and pheasant and glazed carrots, freshly baked rolls and the sweet sharpness of port. A thousand and one conversations swirled by my ears, in as many languages. Interspaced between the tables were vendors plying their wares: Masks, pottery, musical instruments, the entire building suffused with a warm amber glow from oil lamps and candles. But the most wondrous sights were the animals walking down the aisles, or animapartments, if you will.
The soared high above me, twenty to thirty feet, like great giraffes or ostriches whose head brushed the ceilings of this great hall. Their legs seemed so fragile to carry such a great weigh, and yet they never fell or stumbled. And that was a good thing, because who would want to live in a house that would fall over? Some of their torsos had doors in them, and some had small houses on their backs. One of the creatures walked after me quickly and did seem to collapse, the legs folding in on themselves as the belly rushed to the bottom of the bazaar, but that was just because Monsignor G______ was in a rush to speak to me. He sprung from a door in the creature’s side, vigorously shaking my hand and offering me his business card. I tucked it into the breast pocket of my suit coat and begged his forgiveness, for A____ and T____ were waiting for me outside.
They were already engaged in conversation, but both welcomed me with hugs. A____ walked off with me to talk for a while, as we had not seen each other in some time. We strolled along a black graveled path, the stones crunching under our shoes, green grass and trees around us, until we approached a building at the edge of the part. A____ offered me her arm and grinned at me, tilting her head, raising an eyebrow. Before I could ask, we were running towards the building.
( ”breathless” )
The soared high above me, twenty to thirty feet, like great giraffes or ostriches whose head brushed the ceilings of this great hall. Their legs seemed so fragile to carry such a great weigh, and yet they never fell or stumbled. And that was a good thing, because who would want to live in a house that would fall over? Some of their torsos had doors in them, and some had small houses on their backs. One of the creatures walked after me quickly and did seem to collapse, the legs folding in on themselves as the belly rushed to the bottom of the bazaar, but that was just because Monsignor G______ was in a rush to speak to me. He sprung from a door in the creature’s side, vigorously shaking my hand and offering me his business card. I tucked it into the breast pocket of my suit coat and begged his forgiveness, for A____ and T____ were waiting for me outside.
They were already engaged in conversation, but both welcomed me with hugs. A____ walked off with me to talk for a while, as we had not seen each other in some time. We strolled along a black graveled path, the stones crunching under our shoes, green grass and trees around us, until we approached a building at the edge of the part. A____ offered me her arm and grinned at me, tilting her head, raising an eyebrow. Before I could ask, we were running towards the building.
( ”breathless” )
