The Love Letter

I found this love letter sitting on the kitchen table.   OUR kitchen table.  What the heck?

the love letter

I took a closer look.  "Mon Bébé," ("My Baby.")  So, I took an even closer look.  What IS this?  It's dated August 12, 1988.  How did this end up on our kitchen table?

I figured it out.  Christopher brought home a bunch of scratch paper and old pads of paper for Gaius to draw on.  The letter must have been mixed in with all of that stuff in his office at work.

As you can see, the writing is very difficult to decipher.  All I could make out when I tried to read it was the following:

Mon Bébé (My Baby)
Bateau Mouche (those cool boat cruises that go down the river Seine)
les nuits me rendent fou (the nights make me crazy)
Arret sur image (stop this picture)
Comment vais je te retrouver?  How will I find you again?

Sounds pretty racy doesn't it?  I wonder if they ever got together?  She never received this letter, so maybe they broke up.  How romantic!  So, last night, I brought the letter with me to Nils's hockey game and asked Gilles to translate it for me.  Talk about a major let down!  This has to be the most unromantic love letter that was ever written in the history of the world.  It actually goes something like this:

My Baby:
One week in Bour en Bresse, then now I am in Brittany. (blah blah blah) but I brought 2 or 3 kilos of paper with me for work and I'll start tonight.  The bateau mouche (boat) works well.  I wish you were here.  Maybe I can see you earlier.  Nothing has really changed.  It's too hot here the nights make me crazy.  You have to come here one day.  Stop this image!  Someone is at the door and I've gotta go now.
-Pascal
P.S.  How am I going to find you again?


I thought Frenchmen were supposed to be romantic!  I'm pretty sure Pascal is still a bachelor, if any of you ladies are interested!

A bientôt!