7th
July 1819
Such pretty views! Une jolie
vue! And those villas, manor houses! Those thatch-roof buildings! I cannot take
my eyes away! I regret that I cannot show you what I see. Maybe later I will
try to draw something on the last page. We must reach the peak tomorrow. A
little smaller peak. I think I am scared of heights. In addition, little Mary
is with us. Yes, the trip of the year. Tomorrow for sure I will feel inspired
for painting.
I am sitting in our new acquisition.
Manor is fresh, even fragrant. Just like it happens to a bread. Beautiful backyard.
I think we may stay here whole summer. My darling made us such an amazing
surprise!
The name of this place? Does
it really matter? It can be “secret garden” and that is all. My idea. Nice, is it
not?
There is a wedding anniversary
today. Exactly four years ago me and William tied up forever. Ceremony was majestic,
balls lasted whole week and I had a beautiful dress. I remember those days
well, like yesterday. I remember carriage in front of house where I used to
live with my parents and siblings. I remember the vow and that feeling of
victory. Now nobody can take him away from me!
He. My the only one. He looked
at me the same as when we first time met. I saw fascination in his eyes. It was
first time probably when he decided to let his feeling show. He cried with joy,
all of him was laughing. It was the first time when I believed that happiness is
possible next to this man.
William probably feels a need
of spite me sometimes, unfortunately. He thinks I do not know it? He recalls traumatic
moments just because he wants to upset me and somehow, make my love grow. He
wants to see that I still care. I know, I know everything, my dear dove.
Speaking of which, two doves
attached to one another by beaks, wedding symbol... White doves are very pure…
Never mind. There is a one scene which especially wants to be reminded. I was
going to the altar in the temple. William looked at me and sent me probably
twelve love letters mentally. I was standing in front of him. He touched my
veil. I saw and felt how his hands were shaking. I do not know how, his fingers
got lost in the material. I guess that family ring caught up in the veil of my
floral crown. He was struggling for a minute; my hair became a little mess, but
in the end, he won and uncovered my face. We were looking at each other for a
moment. Tension. Sparks. Lightnings and storm in eyes. I did not see the priest
at all. I was not aware that he had already come and probably he even started
talking to us. William could not resist and… with the same enthusiasm as previously
by the way of the vail, he stared to explore my mouth. Very much he was melted
in me, because people around stared shouting, our lovely concerned guests; and the
priest tried to tear us apart, screaming that it is a sin and offending God
to do such things during the wedding or just before.
My wild bear! My lynx with
golden fangs! Yes, I like shiny gold.
After the ceremony there were few
interesting episodes too. Where to start? Ah yes! Cymbals! Just after leaving
the church, we met a crusty standing next to the entry. Thanks to his beard, I
can guess that it was Jewish. But it was not such a typical Jew. He had
something in himself what is hard to explain. He was genuinely nice to us, he
was smiling widely and wished luck. Not too far from him, his cymbals were
standing – the only property. Especially for us, as a present for this beautiful
day – he said, he played us a very vivid melody but nice for our ears. His
whole body was playing. For this wonderful concert me and William decided to
give him few coins. It made him happy. He fell on his knees and were kissing our
feet. He had tears of happiness in his eyes. He said that he was mainly thankful
for our time and kindness. Not always very much is needed to make another human
being happy.
I think I have never felt
something like that. That moment really touched me. We were stranger and
different, but goodwill was possible on two sides of the medal.
Time to go further. During the
first day of dancing, few more surprises took place. Sky lighting up because of
something else than the moon and stars - fireworks. I felt like a real French
queen. Such rarities were served for us. It was a pressure and magic to stand
there, outside and look up at the sky next to my beloved prince, Tristan, Romeo.
I cannot recall anything more
now. When I remind myself something spectacular, I will let you know, my sweet
diary.
It is late. Time to end this
note. Time to sleep. Adventure in mountains tomorrow. We will see what tomorrow
brings!
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