As a student from
New Mexico, Glen was excited when he was offered the summer internship in
Paris. The excitement came partly from
his finally getting a chance to practice the language he had studied for three
years, and partly because it would be his first trip to Europe. Mostly, however, he was excited to be
working for an entire summer at the Notre Dame Cathedral.
This promised to
be the best summer of his life. True,
the job was a menial, unpaid position that would chiefly entail running errands
and performing tedious tasks, but it was in Paris! At Notre Dame!
It was not lost on
Glen that this also meant that he would miss a summer in southern New Mexico,
where the blazing hot winds of June and July were like suffering the hot breath
of Satan. While he wasn't quite sure
what the summer would be like in Paris, he was pretty damn sure it would be
better than summer in a New Mexican desert. (At
least, he had never heard of a dust storm in Paris.)
As
it turned out, the Parisian summer was fantastic! Glen loved his new job, he loved his tiny
student apartment, and of course, he loved the Gothic cathedral where he
worked. Finished in 1365, the old stone
cathedral was older and taller than any building in southern New Mexico.
Every
morning, Glen would climb the spiral stairways of one of the cathedral's towers
to the top. There, he could watch the
sun rise across the famous city. He had
to be careful on the old stone steps--they had been rounded and worn by
centuries of use, making them as smooth as glass and almost as slippery. At the top, Glen always took the time to
admire the numerous gargoyles. His
favorite carving reminded him of one of his former instructors, Professor
Maleficent, who was now the Dean of Women at the state penitentiary.
His
job wasn't all sightseeing: he spent most of his time running errands for the
cathedral. During his first week on the
job, he had been checked out in the cathedral's car, a red Peugeot 308—a type
of car not sold in the United States.
The small car had a gold outline of the cathedral on the doors above distinctive large gold lettering: Cathédrale Notre Dame de Paris.
Once
he got used to the insane complexities of driving in Paris traffic, Glen loved
to drive the car. The lack of lanes, the
narrow streets, and the insane parking conditions were balanced with the
adventure of a new culture, the magnificent architecture, and a city steeped in
history. While he invariably got lost,
no matter how tiny a dead-end cul-de-sac or out of the way alley he eventually
wandered into, smiling and friendly Parisians came out of nearby buildings and
surrounded the car.
Even
while driving down major thoroughfares, Glen got the impression that people
stopped and waved at him whenever he drove by.
And even the taxis—world famous for their aggressive driving—seemed to
brake and allow him to easily change lanes.
Glen could hardly
believe how friendly the people were! He
wondered if this was because the locals could tell he was an American.... Or, did they just really like the people who
worked at the old cathedral?
One day, Glen asked
Emmanuel Cloche, the director of the intern program, about the incredibly warm reception
he was getting from the people. Was it really
because they could tell he was an American?
"Êtres-vous
fou?" asked Emmanuel. "Non,
no! It is not you they are excited to see, it is the car they want to see. It is
world famous: everyone on the planet wants to meet la petite Peugeot."
"What?"
asked Glen. "I've never even heard
of it."
"Don't be
absurd!" cried the Frenchman.
"You have never heard of the Hatchback of Notre Dame?"
Bada bing bada boom. He who would pun would pick a man's pocket. Alexander Pope.
ReplyDeleteWhy yes, I would.
ReplyDeleteA 656 word pun and I didn't see it coming! Congratualtions upon your mastery of the art form.
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