is still sleeping?
Commissioner C. Monet asked
the vain maid.
I think yes! Mr. Commissioner.
She ordered not to be bothered by anyone! Madame Tussauds does not feel very well ... In the meantime, would you like something? Can I get you some coffee?
Yes, please! No sugar.
If you let me, I'll take a look
at Count Ladurée’s studio ...
Can you tell me which way?
Sure, follow me upstairs.
The bimbo maid said
getting the long stairs.
Madame Tussauds, actually,
was not bad or even sleeping.
Those were just the orders given to the maid, so that they would not know
where she was gone.
Madame Tussauds had snuck out of the service door to go to Reverend Dumas.
She had to hand over
secrets and important documents.
She had to hand them over the Reverend
so as he could keep them safe in a safe place.
Far from the prying eyes of the Gendarmerie, which now
fixed abode in her villa.
The documents were: The will and testament and the ...
Count Ladurée’s DIARIES AND MEMORIES.
Edith the little nightingale of Paris,
followed the whole story from the roofs and windows of Ville Lumière.
Commissioner C. Monet, holding
his cup of steaming coffee,
he entered the study of Count Ladurée.
The room was large and lightly lit,
he had to open the heavy curtains
to filter the daylight.
As soon as the light lighted the room,
the commissioner found himself in a place outside of the known world. As if by a gate, he entered in the world of impossible things.
The walls were covered with books, then open maps, itineraries, meaningless codes,
open books thrown here and there.
A large globe all written with pen
with a firm hand of Count Ladurée,
with sea routes and land routes.
In Count Ladurée’s studio
there were things never seen before.
Being there among his things was like traveling without moving and watching his paintings;
it was like flying away.
Commissioner C. Monet placed on the plate
an old vinyl record.
Jazz! Only Jazz!
And the best, just to be clear!
Alone, in Count Ladurée’s empty room. That day C. Monet traveled far into heavens he did not know.
In some ways he also managed to fly
among the things that the wind and Nature
led him to connect together.
So, smells became light musical memories ... And jazz! ... Only Jazz!
Commissioner C. Monet saw himself as a child, in front of the Sea, in an infinite world to learn and investigate.
Meanwhile, in the stable, tender was the night.
Nature covered its primordial role
of only mother and unequivocal destiny.
Children grew up in those days with that climate that leads from winter to spring,
without realizing it ...
That slow and imperceptible climate that let it pass and blossom, which gives birth and then let the flowers grow. At that time Mother Nature gave everything to the two children!
Hélène the white cow with black spots
was a midwife to the baby and mother and wise grandmother to Mary Jane.
Thomas & Bernhard were their naughty
cheerful friends, a fantasy to be discovered.
Faust the dog and Antonin the horse
had the role that a father and a grandfather have in a family of human beings.
That's all... In such a big house, like Nature itself.
Over time, Mary Jane
began to understand the personality of every single animal,
as she had expected.
By developing this knowledge,
she was able to interact with each animal
without ever offending them in their personal character.
Since, at first glance, all cows seemed to her identical,
so as all sheep and chickens.
But it was not that simple
as the distracted gaze said.
All animals were different from the others,
both in features and character.
Mary Jane, who was now a small woman,
had learned to observe to learn.
Count Ladurée, instead,
had taught her to wait.
Thus, following her primal instinct,
that which
