Me (right) with Penelope Le Masson from the Red Wheelbarrow Bookstore in Paris.

brouette (broo-et) noun,
feminine
  : wheelbarrow

La prochaine fois que vous êtes à Paris,
arrêtez vous à "La Brouette Rouge".
The next time you're in Paris, stop by
the Red Wheelbarrow (bookshop).

The Red Wheelbarrow Bookstore
22, rue St Paul, 75004 Paris. Nearest metro station St Paul

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It happened on the rue Saint-Paul, on a rainy weekday
in the Marais.* That frightening feeling was back as I was stopped before a
bookstore, its windows chock full of English titles. My aunt and my uncle stood
beside me, admiring the vesty vitrine,* where the smart book jackets drew us
close enough to the shop window to leave our breathy marks. The sign over the
door read: "The Red Wheelbarrow Bookstore".*

"I should go in…" I
explained to my family.

The words were delivered forth from out my mouth like
orders, commands issuing out of that part of consciousness colored not by
feeling, controlled not by phobia, conflicted not by fear. Oh, but the
kicking!

One year ago, that same "inner officer" issued similar
instructions: Stop into Shakespeare & Company, it commanded. Check to see
that they have your book in stock. Without further ceremony, I was dismissed
by The Voice, but not before it barked one last order–and this, with a kick
in the pants. "En avant!* it thundered.

Heart thumping, palms
perspiring, I did as I was told. My mission was made milder by the
spontaneous support of a stranger (just moments before, in a nearby cafe, I
had met a young American tourist. "Deb" was her name, and on that sunny
spring day she would all but hoist me over her shoulders and into
the
historic librairie,* going almost as far as to announce me as Her
Holiness, the author of …. uh, the AUTHOR of… (here, my new fan and
supporter paused, turned from the bookshop assistant, and discreetly ask
me–once again–just what was the name of this literary opus that we were
building up?).

Though I had been able to walk into that shop on my own
two feet, walking out was another matter: a matter of all fours. The book was
unknown and the author, unheard of. Like that, Her Holiness disappeared into
a puddle of perspiration on the trottoir* just outside the sensational store.
(Having taken such pity on me, Deb went on to work for Habitat for
Humanity.)

One year later, and my heart was playing table tennis once
again. The story was the same, albeit the trottoir was
different….

"I should stop in to this bookstore," I repeated, looking
up at the charming sign which was cordial and inviting. Just then, my uncle
mentioned that he wanted to check out a nearby pastry shop… Taking that as
a bad omen, I almost followed him into the patisserie* to fill up on puff
pastries stuffed with eau-de-vie.*

Instead, I obeyed those orders issued
from the irascible initiator inside of me. My aunt followed me into the shop
and I noticed her lips were moving, though I couldn't hear was she was
saying. I was on a mission buoyed forth by a thumping heart, the noise of
which drowned out all
sound.

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More than a happy ending, you might say this story has a beginning.
Read Meg's take on our bookstore encounter, over at the Red Wheelbarrow blog.
And mille mercis to her, and to Penelope LeMasson* for the warm welcome
that they offer all of us booklovers.
http://rwbooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/lovely-afternoon-surprise.html

That's my Aunt Charmly … and this is Meg, on the right.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~References~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marais
= a neighborhood in the 4th arrondissement of Paris; la vitrine (f) = shop
window; The Red Wheelbarrow Bookstore: www.theredwheelbarrow.com/ ; en
avant = forward march, get moving!; la librairie (f) = bookshop; le trottoir (m)
= sidewalk; la pâtisserie (f) = pastry, cake shop; l'eau-de-vie (f) = brandy,
spirits; Penelope Le Masson = Canadian owner of The Red Wheelbarrow
Bookstore

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