There I was among high-powered officials, in Paris no less, and with a three-day program of meetings, gatherings, ceremonies and what not!
This evening included listening to Charles de Gaulle’s piano recordings we were to absorb from oblong recording media stored in spectacle cases in slots in the top of a big piece of dark wood furniture in the middle of a dark smallish room. Laid out this way to create the proper atmosphere I’m sure.
A bespectacled luminary looking like a cross between François Hollande and Jean-Claude Juncker was explaining which pieces to retrieve and listen to. The ones I picked up sounded good, similar to Glenn Gould. I had not known about this talent of the late general’s.
Many spectacle cases were empty, however. Previous visitors had obviously stolen the recordings. Even though I was certain this spectacle case music could not be played anywhere else.
I worried about having to slip away some time in between to buy decent clothes somewhere. White shirt, blue tie. Even shoes, because the only pair I had with me were casual, old, creased.
And I’d have to find a way to transport the five bottles of vintage Bordeaux that were waiting underneath my chair in the lecture hall.
Such an odd picture when you come in – a small wine rack underneath each chair. Filled with that special gift from the French government for special guests, paid with taxpayers’ money.
– James Steerforth (© 2015)
Woven around the words absorb, certain and empty from 3WW using what remains of a dream I had last night.