Thursday, August 16, 2012

Citron


I was sneaky, I thought. I was going to find a way to get back into that hotel room. Days and weeks after I had checked out of my vacation lodgings, I would trick my senses with a bar of French soap. Rubbing it across a wet wash cloth back home in New England, I would be back again from a long day of sightseeing, ready to wash away traveler’s fatigue. I would recall the colors of the hotel bathroom, the feel of the tile floor under my feet, the point at the doorway where the vapors of a warm bath mixed with air-conditioning from the bedroom. Hotel living at its most compact and convenient!

I crossed the street corner after I walked out of my hotel that first afternoon. I found a pharmacie with just the thing: Roger & Gallet products in the display window and along the shelves of an étagère. Cédrat was the fragrance I selected, steering clear of soaps that looked too proudly colorful in their packaging. I trusted the images of yellow citrons hanging from their leafy branches. The cashier even nodded in approval of this American’s choice.

One used bar I left in the hotel bathroom after my Paris week. A freshly wrapped soap I packed in my luggage.

With tomorrow morning’s shower I will get to mimic yet again that resolve to make the most of the vacation day before me.

3 comments:

Kimberly said...

Ah the wonder of memory held by the senses...and how generous they are with the right provocation...

ROBERT SCOTT CALDWELL said...

The comment before so true, the power of the senses, (another way to travel I suppose) I confess, I 'did' have to look up the word, 'etagere' ; everyday something else learned and gained; Great writing Donald again, I'm an old NEW ENGLANDER living on my farm in south Missouri. (A second novel just completed) I've never been to France (Paris) -my dream, Rimbaud, Henry Miller, F.Scott Fitzgerald, Balzac,Hemingway. (the great natives and the ex-patriots) take care, peace. -Bobby {wordpress blog link} ELIJAH CREEK CABIN http://robertscottcaldwell.wordpress.com/

To live that day said...

Power of smell...

I used to smell mum's clothes after she passed away. After sometime the smell was gone and I missed it. The smell was my last "living" connection to her.