Saturday, March 22, 2014

Kilometer Zero Paris

      A travel write-up I wrote when I went to Paris last Summer :)   

            I know a place of places; a room of rooms, a city of cities. I know of a place where you can find a river of dreams as well as a box filled with the world’s misery. In this place you can find man’s memories of the past and discover their hopeful sagas of the future. It’s amazing how a bookstore has it all. Being a book lover, bookstores are my second home.  It’s that one place I can totally get lost into even if the store is practically so small I can see everything from one standpoint. What I meant by getting lost is getting sucked into the stories; visiting places, going through time, and meeting people. All bookstores give me that feeling of pure bliss as I enter its premises, but one in particular literally took my breath away.
Located at La Rive Gauche, the southern bank of the River Seine in Paris France, Shakespeare and Company is every bookworm’s dream place. The exterior of the place consisted of wooden-framed windows painted in dark green, a cart parked up front filled with books and manuscripts, and a huge sign on top saying: “Shakespeare and Company” written in green bold lettering against a yellow background. The facade was enough to get me giddy inside, considering that it looks magical and so much like the bookstores featured in old films.  But nothing prepared me for what I’m about to see inside.

Walking into Shakespeare and Company felt like walking into a magical place like Hogwarts or Neverland. The sight was simply surreal! The inside was warm and lit by antique lamps giving the room a yellowish glow. A desk stood at the center opposite to the entrance, where two women handled the cash register. But what’s caught my attention was the bookstore’s literary collection. Hundreds—thousands—of books lined the shelves, covering every inch of the interior walls. There was no empty space, every nook and cranny occupied with layers upon layers of literary pieces. I have never seen so many books in my life! It was such a staggering sight that I couldn’t decide on whether to jump up and down with happiness or break down and cry. Excitedly, I walked through the bookstore like a little kid in a toy store. I was practically Alice in a book-filled wonderland. My eyes skimmed vertically and horizontally, looking through the various titles and volumes lining the shelves. The store has a wide range of classics available in both hardcover and paperback. They also have new titles like fiction novels written by some of today’s bestselling authors: Nicholas Sparks, James Patterson, and Stephen King. I delved deeper into the store, even going into the smallest of spaces, admiring the architecture of the place and browsing through books whose covers got my attention. Each book varied not just in genres but in its physical appearances: some were secondhand and were so old that the pages already turned yellow, its edges crinkled and the covers worn with use; others were new with uncreased leaves and plastic-covered jackets. I picked them all up, reading the blurbs and just soaking everything it in.
As I made another turn in this maze of ink-filled papers, I found the stairs leading to the second floor. The staircase was narrow; each step with a stack of books on the side (Seriously, this place is overflowing with books!). Climbing up the stairs was crazy, considering it looked unstable. Its wooden treads creaked at every step and I couldn’t help imagining my foot going through it or the treads giving in under my weight (though I don’t think I weigh that much). When I reached the top, the sight made my mouth drop. There were more books (good heavens!) stacked orderly and messily at the same time on every space from the floors to the ceilings. A soft piano melody was playing in the background and as I turned to my right, there was a little room with a couch, a desk with a typewriter on its surface and a man playing a piano. I stood leaning against the wooden doorframe, just taking it all in. I swore it felt like going back in time, back when this place was a publishing house slash library where a few of the greatest writers in literary history had stayed and wrote their masterpieces. I can almost imagine the likes of Ernest Hemingway, Scott Fitzgerland, and Gertrude Stein, the “Lost generation” writers, sitting on the desks typing their masterpieces on the typewriter or probably even standing by the shelves talking with one another about their favorite literary works.
            In the room adjacent to what I now call the “piano room” was a bedroom. Red curtains hung over the bed where a stack of books lay. There was also a desk cluttered with books and papers. But what’s special about the room is the collection of sticky notes up on the wall.  I looked closer and realized that they were short messages from people who had visited the place; each of them relaying their reading experiences.  I thought about writing a note as well but thought otherwise since it wouldn’t have fit in a small sticky note anyway. Promising myself that I will write about my experience some other time, I continued browsing through the books in search for something worth buying.
I decided on a book entitled “A Wonderful Welcome to Oz”, a classic written by L. Frank Baum. I’ve always loved the story of the Wizard of Oz and am so glad I found the sequel to it. I went to the cashier and purchased it but before the lady had it wrapped, she asked if I wanted to get my book “stamped”. Curious, I nodded and she stamped something on the first page of the book. I looked at it and realized that it was the logo of the store; a circular emblem with William Shakespeare’s face at the center, surrounded by the store’s name and the phrase: “Kilometer Zero Paris”. Before leaving, I took one last look around, taking everything in and imprinting on my memory. With a soft sigh, I left for the door, clutching the book against my chest, smiling like the happiest person on earth.
As I write this, I’m keeping a promise and reminiscing on my whole experience. I think there’s only one word that can describe my whole experience. And that word is Magical. It was magical to the point that the whole experience seemed unreal to me, like I’ve just imagined everything.  I grabbed my book and looked at the emblem stamped on the front page:
Shakespeare and Company, Kilometer Zero Paris.
Unsure of what the last phrase meant, I googled it and discovered that Kilometer Zero is actually an area considered to be the center of a city. I felt a smile gracing my lips as I thought of how perfect it all is: the bookstore of dreams at the very heart of the city of Paris.



This is me at Shakespeare and Company Bookstore :P

Official logo of the bookstore

My book with the official seal 

Friday, March 21, 2014

Hi.

          I finally decided to create a blog site. I just felt like it's time.. HAHA! I needed a place where I can simply post my stories and share it with everybody. (I also need to do a lot of practice writing to hone my skills and improve along the way ) Anyway, I'm not sure what else to say on this post. I really just wanted to say hi to whoever visits my site. :P


This blog will be dedicated for stories. They will all be works of Fiction and is written by me, of course. Comments and critiques are very welcome but let's keep it humane people. :) 



So... yeah. That's it. Hope you guys enjoy reading my future posts! :)


- Kaye Allen