The Woman at the Louvre on Friday, Aug 23rd, 2013.

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If you enjoy my stories, which I will publish in small pieces over time, I ask only for assistance. A very small probability of success, but I am seeking a woman that was in the Louvre, (Paris) on Friday, August 23rd, 2013. Perhaps through socialization, somehow a misinterpretation on both our parts may be remedied. Although the Louvre hosts thousands of visitors daily, I think it an advantage in my quest, as perhaps one visitor knows of another and through this bonded chain I can find the necessary link. Given specific information following the story that is, a time and a space along with a description it may prove be enough to find her. Using the concept of connectors (people who connect other people) the improbable may prove possible. And I wish to find her, to attempt a relationship founded on a wish, sparked by chance, and realized in Paris, at the Louvre. Wouldn’t you?

Submitted: August 25, 2013

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If you enjoy my stories, which I will publish in small pieces over time, I ask only for assistance. A very small probability of success, but I am seeking a woman that was in the Louvre, (Paris) on Friday, August 23rd, 2013. Perhaps through socialization, somehow a misinterpretation on both our parts may be remedied. Although the Louvre hosts thousands of visitors daily, I think it an advantage in my quest, as perhaps one visitor knows of another and through this bonded chain I can find the necessary link. Given specific information following the story that is, a time and a space along with a description it may prove be enough to find her. Using the concept of connectors (people who connect other people) the improbable may prove possible. And I wish to find her, to attempt a relationship founded on a wish, sparked by chance, and realized in Paris, at the Louvre. Wouldn’t you?
 

How best to hope for a fairy tale then to begin my story with one, or a myth so to say.

{This is a work in progress and will have regular updates till complete.}

The Woman at the Louvre on Friday, Aug 23rd, 2013. ©

Part One

I

Of the Salt mines in Wieliczka, Poland they share a legend of a Hungarian Princess. Her name was Kinga and she was to be married to the Prince of Kraków, Boles?aw V the Chaste. Because salt was a valuable commodity in Poland she requested from her father a lump of this precious mineral as part of her dowry. Her father, King Béla took her to a salt mine in Maramure where she threw her engagement ring into one of the shafts before her departure for Poland. Upon her arrival in Kraków, the beautiful Princess asked the poor miners to dig deeply. When they came upon what appeared to them a rock, they split it in order to dig deeper, but it in fact this rock was a lump of salt, and inside it they found the princess's ring…..[1]

The miners kept digging over the centuries and became wealthy. They carved masterpieces hundreds of meters below the surface within the salt as a homage to the mine. But over time the value of salt declined and the miners slowly left their home. But the tales of the mines and the magic within them still reside.

II

My coin spiraled quietly from my thumb, as I placed my wish and watched my Polish Zloty sink in the salt filled water. I faulted myself for tying such an important dream to a pittance of a coin. The same wish I’ve secretly held for years. But here deep in these salt mines, 135 meters underground, the dim Wessel Chambers air laced with a mystical nature surrounded me. The cavern was large and quiet and hid this lake from all those above. A drip of water from a nearby rock into this massive pool resonated softly throughout. A voice of the chamber whispering.

Fountains of our modern day, those fountains made without heart or soul, constructed quickly without sense of purpose, premise or care, no history or essence become foundries for carefree wishes for foolish need. Often I tossed a coin in them, knowing it would soon find a bed in a foreign pocket.  But here in the darkness, with a subtle almost nonexistent sound my coin pierced the water’s surface taking my foolish wish for mystical intervention and a fairytale with it. With a deep breath I hoped as best I could, but I could not ignore the same sense of the coins drowning as I had for my dreams these days.  But the wish came from deep within my heart, as dark and hidden a place as where I cast the coin. Something I have long sought. But somehow the depth, darkness, and myth of this cavern were married to weariness of my heart and all were embodied in that coin as it settled forever.

 

  To be continued…

 

My Quest:

We tried to meet and spoke only several words before what might be considered a misinterpretation parted us. Thirty seconds of my life I wish I had back, I believe it was in those seconds she thought there was no interest, when in fact it was carefulness to not be overly aggressive on my part, and she whispered away. I am certain she would want to meet as well, as we followed and playfully watched each other through the museum and she gave me the opportunity to speak to her. I did not understand as she walked away that it was part of this game we played – I was fatigued – in fact she walked to me offering this opportunity and responded to me.

We first noticed one another just outside the Mona Lisa exhibit, in the Italian 16th & 15th century paintings of the Denon wing, where we were walking East, and had begun following and playfully watching one another. After this wing she turned down a hallway as I went straight, and we crossed paths again in another section of the museum, where she approached me. We exchanged mere words, and in the playfulness of aspiring relationships I believe there was a misinterpretation on both parts. As I saw her sitting waiting, and as I rushed over, navigating through pieces of art, finally when I reached her seat she had vanished.

The time was Friday August 23rd, 2013, it was mid-afternoon, nearly 3 PM in Paris. She was of far-eastern descent [Asian, I think Chinese but perhaps Japanese] and was accompanied by three women. I could not describe them as I was focused on her. Roughly in mid to late thirties, perhaps early forties, I believe she wore a hair thin gold ring on her left hand, although not a wedding band. She stood about 5 feet [152cm] could not be more than 100 lbs [46 kg]. Her hair was slightly curled, black or a deep brown and reached to her mid back. I had the inclination the one elder woman was a mother of one or more of the group.

I have posted a link on youtube on how she can find me:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGxM6d_vvUM

thank you greatly

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[1] Based on the following http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wieliczka_mine


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