Ok, here is, as promised, Chapter four. I'm much better now, thank god, thanks for all your good words. Hope you like this chapter, though it's short.

Chapter Four

Getting Acquainted


Sager woke up, with a weird sense of verve that usually did not come in the morning. For a few seconds he thought it was all just a dream, was he really in Paris? Of course he was, how silly of him to doubt that. He was refreshed and he was ecstatic, and those feelings doubled when he opened the veranda and the cool air caressed his face and his eyes caught the beautiful dawn with the Eiffel tower in the horizon. What a beautiful day it would be.

He was determined today to figure out how to use the Metro and further explore the magnificent city. So he got dressed in a very casual clothing, jeans, t-shirt and a sweater. He also took with him a guidebook that he bought a couple of weeks ago, and off he went.

He was not in a rush, he walked slowly and he was consulting the guidebook, reading the page that explained how to use the Metro. He learned that he could buy ten tickets for a very cheap price if he would ask for the carnet ticket. And so he did. With the tickets in his hands, he consulted the guidebook again. Where shall he go today?

Figuring out how the map worked would be a piece of cake for Sager, because he had used the underground system in London when he went there a few years ago, and luckily the Metro of Paris was no different. But, still, where to go? He was anxious to see everything all at once, but that was certainly impossible.

He felt like going to the movies, yes that was a good idea. He’d read in the guidebook that the biggest cinema theater was La Rex. After looking at the map for a few seconds, he had set his path that would lead him to the nearest station to the theater. So, his journey had begun.

He had to change the metro train once to reach his destination. The exit of the station led right to the cinema theater, but to his shock, the titles of the movies were all in French. So he went directly to the person working at the theater entrance and asked him.

‘Bonjour,’ Sager greeted.
‘Bonjour.’ The usher answered.
‘Vous parlez anglay?’ He asked the usher right away.
‘Yes, can I help you?’ He spoke in clear English, yet with the infamous French accent.
‘Are those movies in English or in French?’
‘They are all in French Sir.’
‘Oh,’ Sager said in dismay, ‘OK. Do you know where can I find a cinema theater that would show the movie in the original language?’ Sager inquired.
‘You could try the cinemas on the Champs, Sir.’ The usher answered him.
‘Thank you, Merci.’ So, he left La Rex.

He decided to walk a little bit instead of taking the Metro again, straight to the Champs. Sager walked and walked and walked, until he could walk no more. He thought, at this rate he would loose a lot of kilograms in no time. He had walked for two hours; he had seen a lot of monuments that he’d seen in the guidebook, such as, George Pompidou, and the very famous from Victor Hugo’s novel, Notre Dame church. Finally he took the metro and decided to go to the Champs. He consulted the map in the guidebook one more time, and he continued his journey.