+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~===~~ Page of Cups's Log ~~~==~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+
|
  |
Earlier in the afternoon, Marie had stopped by the circus again as she had promised with the intention of takingAmanda out into the city to see the sights; it's a couple of days before Christmas so the city's certainly been buzzing around, including a semi-impromptu concert in the park by a band of local musicians playing osme holiday favorites.
Now? The girl from France is leading her new friend into Greenwich Village to see some of the art exhibits that are being displayed on the streets, aspiring greats out and about trying to get anyone to notice them, or better yet, to purchase their works of art.
"Have you been enjoying your tour so far, Mademoiselle Amanda?" asks Marie, glancing over towards the other girl.
*
Amanda has probably already asked (politely, of course) for Marie to call her just 'Amanda'. That's really fine! But as Marie has persisted, she hasn't inssited further, unsure if doing so may be perceived as rude. Walking beside her new friend, she smiles. "It's… like nothing I have seen before," she admits. "So many people! So many things!" There's a jewelry store the duo passes by, advertising some sale. Amanda peers into the window, noting the various pieces - all of which are too expensive for her. "Do people really wear things like that?"
*
For Marie, it's a matter of time. Generally the subservient, she's accustomed to using proper titles for people as a form of respect — and when they ask not to, she tries.. but it occasionally slips. Because, well… it's the part that she's used to. "Is it not? When I first game to the city, I too was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds… mercifully, I also had a friend who took me under her arm," Wing — idioms are not her strong suit
"They do! Not every day, and not every where… but there is a place, it is called…" se tries to remember the name, but only remembers the French translation. "le Club des Damnes, where they dress in such ways commonly."
*
Amanda has no idea what this club is. Her grasp of French is poor, but she understand enough words to sort of understand. She 'ohs' quietly, nodding. "It seems very… what's the word.." She frowns. Damn English being a third language. "Anzuglich," she says, because speaking the word in Romane would be even worse. She gestures at the air, trying to find the word. "Tacky?"
*
English is a second language for Marie, but she tries her best to put the words together. It doesn't always work out in her favor, though. "It.. is a very different place. Very expensive." she admits; she's not entirely sure how else to explain it. In her adult life, she hadn't seen anything like it, to say the least.
So right now the two girls are walking along the sidewalk, occasionally stopping to admire the works of art put out by various street vendors. It's still a couple days before the holiday, and as can be expected, a busy one out on the streets.
*
Amanda is thankfully that Marie is here with her. So many people, she'd easily get lost! She sidesteps around a mother and her little girl who are, well, arguing and don't notice they almost barreled into someone. "I never liked very expensive," she admits with a smile. "Maybe it's from being raised in the circus. Enough to get by has always been enough for me."
*
"I have had the chance to live in… a number of situations. They all have their merit, as long as you have enough to survive. It is /not/ having enough that becomes extremely difficult… aside from this, happiness can be found anywhere, so long as you are with the right people, oui?" she replies, smiling brightly.
*