Standing On A Chair

Telling it like I see it…

Stories from the Chair: My One-legged Lover in Paris – Part Twelve – The Epilogue

My parting with Lang and Sarah, by phone, was a teary one, all of us full of promises to stay in touch.

My parting with Chris at Orly International Airport was a teary one, both of us full of promises to be together again, one way or another.

It is interesting what one can recall and what one cannot.  How perfectly amazing it is to realize how much my happenings  in Paris remained with me.  I’m thinking now that it was a good thing I lost the journal, because I can see a glaring lesson here:  we remember what is important to remember.

I can still feel the intense but brief connections I had with my new friends who gave me a Paris experience that the average tourist will never have

I can still feel the powerful beauty and force of that ancient and dazzling city.

I can still see Chris so clearly, his one-leggedness seeming to enhance the beauty of the limb that remained.  I can still see his right leg, long and lean, perfectly proportioned, with muscle but not too much muscle; with hair but not too much hair; the lines of his narrow ankle flowing into one of the prettiest feet I’ve ever seen…on a man, I mean.

I can still see him without his prosthesis, his surprising ability to hop around on one leg with the finesse of a person with two.  He had perfect balance.  And it didn’t faze him.  Such is the beauty of having been born with something, and knowing nothing else.

And I can still feel the love.


June 12, 2012 - Posted by | Foreign Travel | , , , , , , , ,


  1. awwwww . . . .

    Comment by geri wright | June 12, 2012 | Reply

  2. aww, it has a happy ending!

    Comment by Linda Wines Stokes | June 12, 2012 | Reply

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