At the end of the saturday luncheon Mel
presented "Meet me in Paris", and table hostesses were
sent out to the lobby to pick up the dolls for their table.
Spontaneous bursts of applause could be heard from various tables
as we opened our boxes.
The Paris Convention doll was a unanimous success.
Kudos to the designer, Vince Nowell !
The Story
of.............. Meet me in Paris
"There's something about an ocean voyage," thought Gene,
leaning on the rail of the ocean liner. As she waited for the
dinner gong, her thoughts drifted along with the water to her
Connecticut youth.
The call to dinner roused her from her reverie. As she turned
to go, she bumped into another passenger. With a slight bow, the
handsome gentleman offered apologies, then hurried off. Something
about him made her smile, but she wasn't sure why......Seated
at the Captain's table, Gene looked at the placecard at the chair
next to hers. No-it couldn't be! She went to high school with
someone by that name. Subtly, she began to scan the room, and
then she heard a voice. "Katie? Katie Marshall from Cos Cob,
is that you?
It was her- and it was also him. Her schoolmate from so many years
before, now an international lawyer-and the man she bumped into
on the deck. How wonderful to literally run into an old chum.
Their chat continued until the wee hours, until he finally said,
"You're staying in London; I'm seeing a client in Toulon.Meet
me in Paris for lunch.
Laughing, Gene accepted. It would be quite a trip, but for the
fun of finishing this conversation, it would be well worth it....Now,
standing in front of that little bistro on the Champs Elysees,
she saw him turn the corner-and gasped a little gasp: were his
eyes ALWAYS that blue...?
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