In search of some fire and brimstone

The darkness of night sends us in search of some fire and brimstone, but its not on every street corner you will find this fueled an atmosphere

Saturdays nights @Palais de Tokyo, 75116

Quand le chat n’est pas là…les souris dansent.

In this capital of love, its easy to think life is exactly as it appears. Refined and romantic, passionate and faithful lovers. But these past few months have given me the key to open the door to the other side. Those poised, elegant french woman in red dresses, have red hands to match.

Each Louis may have his princess, but let us not forget his many mistresses. Nor how many Louis’ his beloved princess is bowing to. If there is one thing I have learnt from this city, it is how someone elses secret can effect you in unexpected ways. Their underground maze of romances has taken me literally to new lows. Hand in hand, I find myself mid-soirée in a cellar. Lip to lip with he who belonged to another. The ‘another’, only 4 flights of stairs above us partying amongst our friends. Even penning these words should tug at my conscience, but I feel nothing of the sort.

Friend after friend has explained how and why they follow in their Parisian forefathers footsteps to make “real love” work. Franchement, more wrong leads to more right. The more you cheat, the more you realise how good you already have it. So to fully appreciate your true love, you must inflict on yourself the false love of others. French men have the answer to everything it would seem! Their rose-tinted eyes and charming smiles justify cheating as a good deed for the health of their relationships. Dont dare suggest greed, lust or sexual overdrive. Hour 1, sickened by their dishonesty. Day 1, impartial yet disaproving of their ways. Week 1, contimplating the logic of their bad habits. Month 1, brainwashed to a whirlwind of romantic fantasies.

Reread and rewrite, I would love to change this story of infidelity and free love, but fact is fact. There is no other way to explain the twisted love of this city. Star-crossed lovers, or simply disfunctional, a relationship here is never between two. You accept love is at least three-way, and always free game. Confronting your beau is a solution to neither. While away with friends for the weekend, I had to stop myself from nodding in approval as one speaks of his current belle “I can not love her because she is not here.” We all know this city is full of mice, so while the cats away.. it’s hard to not get caught up in these rodents’ mischief.