Waiting for the food, we looked up from opposite sides of the street at the intricately carved gargoyles and intimidating Gothic spikes that speared up out of the roof of Notre Dame. Di held our place in line as I crossed the street in quest of refreshments. He’s pretty much got us held captive there, intoxicated by the mouth-watering smell of fresh pastry, his charming little red awning flapping in the breeze, the large cooler of ice cold drinks taunting us as we stand motionless in the city summer sun. The brilliant entrepreneur who opened that place must be the richest man in France. The one saving grace is the delightful crepe stand just across the street. There is also a line a long, slow line that trails along the side of the cathedral and completely around the block.
#One moment in time lds free
It is neither free nor easy to go up into the belfry and tour the rooftops. I just sort of trailed after her, afraid to touch anything. Touched the water, crossed herself, made little curtseys, she even stopped at one of the shrines, put some money in and lit a candle, whispered a prayer. She was so comfortable there, knew just what to do.
Watching her walk through that magnificent cathedral I was, to be totally honest, a little jealous. Maybe he’s too busy then, talking to the others. But anytime I’m in a church, I don’t see him he doesn’t speak to me. I’ve run into the guy out in the woods, dancing though our laughter in the Crabapple Farm living room and in the sunset sinking behind the Hudson. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I have a problem with God it’s just that I never seem to find him in a church. Diana stayed much longer than I would have liked. You walk in the front door, wander around and stay as long as you like. It is free and easy to go into the cathedral. She is also the one most impossible to solve. Of all the intrigues my intrepid sister has dragged me into over the years, Diana Lynch is by far my favorite mystery. Di makes it beyond obvious when she is presented with an eventuality she does not want, yet she is equally adroit at obviating, either intentionally or unintentionally, what it is she does want.
#One moment in time lds how to
The problem isn’t that I don’t know what to do it’s that I don’t know how to do it. Despite their conflicting religious views, Voltaire and Dan would have been great friends. “ It is not enough to conquer ” one of the myriad Voltaire quotations I know by heart echoed throughout the chamber from somewhere beyond his grave, “ one must learn to seduce.” In the stillness of the burial vault, I could almost hear my idol snicker at me from inside his shiny sepulchre. Even then, standing in the Pantheon with her hand in mine, after sleeping alone with her an ocean away from home, I was not sure if I had it. I didn’t want to dream it not then, not in the middle of this one real dream we had made together, not in Paris. Martin Belden request the pleasure of your company at… probably nothing. Though the essence of our desires is analogous, I fear our intentions for its ultimate manifestation may be worlds apart. We both want the same thing, but we run dangerously close to destroying the beauty we have created together in order to achieve it. The similarity is a blessing and a curse. We’re the insecure ones, her and I the drama queens, the attention seekers. Martin Belden: so much alike, so completely different. She reached out for me, took my hand and we just stood there, the two of us Miss Diana Lynch and Mr.