The world is attracted to Paris, the city of light, but if you stay to live the shadow beneath her reveals itself to you eventually…at least it has to me. Through my daily struggle in Paris, I began to realize what possessed me to title this blog as ‘the third red apple.’ An initial hint is in the pages available in English and French, but little did I know that it was just a beginning.
Friday, 21 July 2017
The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 32
Still, Mme. Landlord did her best salvaging the unfair situation with a petition. She hoped that it would prompt the other
landlords, who do not reside in the building themselves, to get involved. A couple of my neighbours signed the petition
and Mme. Landlord entrusted me with the task of talking to this one girl tenant who was also annoyed by the noise from the restaurant. ‘I wanted them to close
that restaurant!’ she had spattered to me, so I took Mme. Landlord’s signed petition with full of hope.
I was startled when I saw a male figure in
the corridor near my door because I recognized the man to be a waiter at the
restaurant when I went to see Mme. Empathy.
To my surprise, he smiled and greeted me a musical ‘Bonjour.’ He was convinced of his charm and melting smile,
except it froze me inside. I saw his
eyes were condescending, but at the same time with a purpose. Instead of going back to my room to get the
petition letter, I went pass by him to go out the building. As I passed by the restaurant I spotted
another figure inside: Mme. Empathy. She
had a half-smile as she looked at me.
Instinct told me that she may have sent the young man to me. Did they think that I would accept the horrible condition they subjected me for a piece of flirtation? What idiot would fall for that? Impossible!
Not really. When I later returned to the building, I saw
the young man from the restaurant and my neighbour girl tenant getting cosy. Or more precisely, the girl was giggling away, obviously smitten. Whatever happened to her previous anger against the noisy restaurant? Her new affection,
however, was not reciprocated judging from the coldness in the young man’s
eyes, but he was indulging her.
Needless to say, that I could not secure
the signatures of the girl tenant for the petition against the
restaurant. I could not believe that
those women could not see through the ploy of Mme. Empathy and her staff. Never again shall I blame men for falling for
honey pot traps. Women are no wiser. To