Once upon a time… at Café Léonard, there was a happy band of amateur artists who liked to share their passion.
“You see, Choco, it’s more motivating to draw with others. And over a coffee, it’s fun! I can’t wait to see each other’s drawings!
– Yes Loedi! I’m hungry… Isn’t there a biscuit for me next to your coffee?
– “Sigh”. You’re always hungry Choco… and no there’s no biscuit.”
“The coming and going of the trains has fallen silent. It’s been a long time since a traveller looked up at my hands, so …. What is the point of keeping them?
Why and for whom should I continue to tell the time?
No, no… time has stopped here and my hands are only the memory of a time lost forever. I might as well forget them too.
Today, visitors have replaced travellers and instead of running after time, they come to lose the notion of it by wandering from one sculpture to another.
No, no… it is better to leave them in this bubble outside of time and not to disturb them. The incessant ticking of life’s clocks will catch up with them soon enough.
Extract from a conversation between Loedi and one of the clocks in the Musée d’Orsay.
A shepherd’s hut made of dry stones with a wool blanket as a door… a small wood stove where Choco and Loedi warm up and prepare their meal, a duvet on the ground… and that’s all.
This morning, the sun’s rays have remained hidden behind a sea of clouds. The wind blows and the hills are soon wrapped in a white cottony blanket.
Then the first snowflakes fall. Timidly at first, they soon give way to a real snowstorm.
Loedi goes outside and welcomes the wind, the snow, the storm. She receives all this energy, this wild force that carries with it all the past wounds and imbues her with a new strength.
Invigorated, her soul soothed and comforted, Loedi feels again in every part of her being how beautiful life is…
Choco and Loedi wanted to visit the Louvre together, but like all museums, it is forbidden to dogs. So they decided to go there at night, without anyone knowing:
“How big the Louvre is… we’ve been walking around for hours and I think we’re lost Loedi.
-Yes, Choco, unless… look at this sign: we’re entering the department of Egyptian antiquities! Egyptology is fascinating! Did you know that… something moved, right?
-Yes, and apparently it’s getting closer…. Let’s get out of here Loedi…
-Oh! Those are cat mummies! Look at them, Choco! That’s amazing!
-Oh no not the cats! Let’s go back Loedi!
-Wait Choco, I think they’re trying to tell us something…
-No no Loedi… let’s go! I’m getting chills… Look at their shadows…. They are not attached to the mummies…
-That would be… the ghosts of the mummified cats?!
For a breathless moment, fright invaded Loedi and Choco who ran away at full speed. Their screams were only matched by their fear and they resounded all the way to the courtyard of the Louvre!
The moon barely lit up the cold winter night and the wind gusts were icy.
Loedi trudged through the sleeping city, and only the sound of his footsteps on the cobblestones disturbed the silence of the night.
In the darkness, his childish fear of the monsters that might be hiding there resurfaced.
Loedi shivered and quickened her pace.
“City of light…. where are you?”
Paris answered her indirectly with one of its majestic street lamps, which she placed in her path.
Loedi immediately climbed up and slipped into the glass interior.
There, sheltered from the wind, she was able to light a candle whose glowing flame instantly dispelled all darkness.
The lamp post, thus illuminated, reminded Loedi that it would be her protector until dawn, but above all that it was forever the proud guarantor of the City of Light.
On the occasion of the Christmas market, Loedi and other artists offer you nice gifts to put under the tree to please (or please yourself)!
Don’t hesitate to drop by!
