Chapter 116 - Snow in Paris (2/2)
Finland wanted to protest because Caspar also carried her at Parc Guell and he was not Asian, but of course it would seem strange if Finland stopped foreigners just to correct them. Finally, she only pursed her lips because of annoyance.
”See... people think we are dating,” said Finland, ”Come on, put me down.”
”Leave it. They don't know us anyway.” Jean shook his head, unconcerned. He was often 'recognized' when in public, but no one was really sure whether or not he was famous, because models or actors' face often looked different in real life, compared to pictures in magazines and on TV.
Only a few times people actually asked to take a picture with him and confirmed to him whether he was Jean or not. In fact, once someone asked to take a picture with him because she thought he was the actor Ben Kimura who was half Japanese.
So, he was not too worried about his appearance in public. If there were rumors that he was dating this model or that socialites, he only needed to deny through his agent.
Finally, Finland gave up. She then saw the great Sacre Coeur dome in front of them, and she was amazed.
”Is this a church or a palace? Why does it look like a palace? It is soooo majestic!” She asked admiringly.
”This is a church. The palace usually has gold decorations. Tomorrow we can go to the palace of Versailles, where Marie Antoinette lived. You will see that the palaces of the kings of France are more magnificent than the church.”
Suddenly, white snowflakes drifted down making Finland gasp.
”Th... this is snow ...” She uttered in awe. This was her second experience seeing snow fall and Finland was still fascinated. ”Very beautiful.”
Indeed, the little snowflakes that drifted endlessly made the atmosphere look like a scene on a beautiful postcard. The magnificent Sacre Coeur Basilica, the city of Paris as seen from the hills, and the snowflakes that looked magical, made Finland lost for words.
”This is a moment worth frozen in memory,” Jean said quietly, as if to himself. ”At this rate, I won't be able to hold back. You can come down already.”
He lowered Finland and shook his very cold hands.
”I wonder, why there hasn't been a store that sells gloves all the way here.”
”Do you want to wear these gloves instead?” Finland asked him.
”There's no need. I'm more used to cold temperatures than you.” Jean pointed at a cafe that had a small sign board, ”We can sit there to warm ourselves and drink glow wine. Let's watch the snow fall from the cafe.”
They entered the cafe and sat on the chairs that faced the street, so they were able to see the view.
Glow wine was the wine only sold in winter and was served hot. It tasted sweet and Finland liked it a lot.
”This is beautiful...” Finland murmured. ”I can sit here for hours drinking glow wine while watching the snow fall.”
She remembered seeing her first snow in Germany. Caspar made them tea and she sat on his lap in front of the window, watching the snow fall. Suddenly she missed Caspar very much.