Chapter: 41
"Life in Paris was a delight," I whispered to myself as I savor the beautiful Parisian City.
They say that New York City is the greatest city in the world. The truth is only fools that have never been to Paris think that is true. Paris, France is by far the most glorious city in the world, with its shimmering lights, artistic bridges and a multitude of world class dinning.
If it were not for the urgency of this trip to Sainte-Mère-Église, France, I would devour all the culture that Paris has to offer me. Unfortunately, time was more pressing than ever. I quickly finished a glass of champagne and nibble on the last piece of foie Gras. I stare up into the heavens as the day slowly relinquished the last rays of light to the darkness of night.
Mr. Kandinsky’s timing was excellent as usual. The car he acquired for our trip just pulled up as I wheeled myself to the curb.
“To Sainte-Mère-Église Mr. Kandinsky,” I said as I rolled down the back window of the car. My thoughts slowly drifted from the pleasure of the foie Gras to the pleasure of murdering an old friend.