Christmas magic in Paris (part 1)

Snowflakes fell slowly from the sky covering the city, like a white fluffy blanket. The air was filled with the sound of laughing people, at the Christmas markets. Amily, a young woman, walked alone on the street, with an ice-cold facial expression.

She loved Paris, especially at this time of the year, but this December, something changed in her heart. She wished she could feel the Christmas magic she had felt as a child, but now everything seemed so different.

Last year, her grandfather passed away. He was the one who always made Christmas special. As she walked through the snowy streets, she passed next to an old bookshop. It was the same bookshop she and her grandfather had used to visit every Christmas Eve.

Something like a magnet pulled her closer to the shop. Maybe it was the memory of her grandfather, or maybe the shining golden light from the windows. For Amily, it was indispensable to go inside. The shop was small but profoundly cozy, and then mental juggling started in her brain when the smell of cinnamon and old paper overwhelmed her. Behind the counter stood an old man, with sparkling eyes. 

“Bonsoir,“ the man said. “Looking for something special?” 

Amily shook her head. “Maybe, I don’t know, to be honest. “ 

The old man’s smile grew.

”Sometimes what we need, will find us. 😊” 

And there the Christmas magic began… 

Grancea Tímea   X. H