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↭ Download  Format Kindle @The Lost Carousel of Provence ⇰ By Juliet Blackwell ∑ ↭ Download Format Kindle @The Lost Carousel of Provence ⇰ By Juliet Blackwell ∑ This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof Copyright 2018 Juliet BlackwellChapter 11901Chteau Clement, Provence, FranceJosephineNo one has seen.The chteaus usual ranks of gardeners and servants, grape pickers and kitchen staff, have been joined by Monsieur Bayols crew of men hammering, sawing, sanding, and painting the newly arrived carousel The cats, dogs, pigs, and rabbits were carved, painted, and gilded in Bayols factory in Angers, but it has taken nine men to transport the pieces by rail, then by steam traction engine from the station to the chteau, and then to assemble the machine on site It will take another two weeks, perhaps a month, to complete the elaborately decorated salon that will house the carousel.Josephine wishes it would take longer She would be happy if they stayed forever Especially the carvers apprentice.She and the apprentice have placed confidence in each other they will keep each others confidences.Josephine knows her neighbors think of her as secretive and scheming because she was not born here She comes from faraway Bretagne, and yet she stole the heart of their local favorite, the eligible Yves Paul Clement, heir to Chteau Clement Bretagne and Provence were meant to be part of France now, but deep seated regional stereotypes and allegiances do not respect random borders.She understands After all, before Yves brought her to Chteau Clement as a young bride, Josephine had always believed the Provenal people to be lazy, unfriendly, and afflicted with a harsh accent.She has found the accent and unfriendliness to be apt, but though her husband is accustomed to taking a sieste every afternoon, he is anything but lazy Yves rises early to capture the light of dawn on his camera he works late into the night in his darkroom He is an educated gentleman He reads in his library, he composes poetry, he draws Unlike most in the region, he does not hunt Instead, he observes and makes note of the birds that perch on the limbs of the plane trees and olive orchards the short toed lark and tawny pipit in spring, the red crested pochard and moustached warbler in fall.Yvess keen eyes observe the forest creatures, the turning of the leaves, the changing quality of the light throughout the day, throughout the seasons By virtue of the incessant clicking of his cameras, he records the world around him.And yet, he does not see.Chapter 2Present dayOaklandCady Anne DrakeCady had never realized how many empty platitudes people voiced when confronted with grief, how they felt compelled to say something, to say anything, in response to a situation that had no answer, no response No solution.In point of brutal fact, there was nothing to say Maxine had died.One moment she was there, Cadys ever present rock in the shifting sands of life And the next she had fallen to the floor behind the register, struck down by a sudden heart attack Maxine had disappeared into the ether, just like that, along with her snarky comments and wise eyes and calm, slightly haughty demeanor that never failed to assuage Cadys inner demons She was gone No one else in this life would be lucky enough to know Maxine Caroline Clark.All that remained of the old woman was her shop, called Maxines Treasures, its junky or artsy, depending on your perspective inventory, and the back room, where Cady had set up her photography studio and darkroom Even though Cady had no intention of taking over and managing Maxines antiques store, she wasnt ready to give up her studio Not to mention that shed been living in the back room of the shopwhich was not strictly legalsince shed lost her relatively affordable apartment to a condo development several months ago.What now Where would she go What would she do Maxine was family She was all Cady had.A desperate, breathless weariness reached out its icy fingers to grip Cadys bones And it wasnt the strain of carrying her wooden carousel figure, Gus She saw reproach in the rabbits glass eyes as she maneuvered him into the shop could this last shred of hope gone be her comeuppance for having tried to sell him Maxine had given Gus to her ten years ago, on Cadys wedding day The marriage hadnt lasted long, and the only thing Cady took from itbesides bitter experiencewas Gus the rabbit.It was embarrassing to admit, but Gus had always made her feel loved.According to Maxine, Gus was a genuine piece of carousel history, hand carved by the famous French sculptor Gustave Bayol Which would have meant he was worth thousandsmaybe tens of thousands But this morning Cadys last ditch financial dreams had been dashed by an earnest young man named Scott Ripley Peering through a huge magnifying glass, the Antique Forums acknowledged expert in nineteenth and twentieth century European carvings had examined the rabbits loosening joints, noting how the bands of basswood had pulled away from one another at the tops of the legs, and the gap where the neck section met the body Carousel figures are hollow, built like boxes with slats of wood joined, laminated, then carved, and primed to conceal the joints Not only were the sections falling apartGuss ears were now barely connected to his slightly tilted headbut the bright paint and gold gilding were flaking off, with gesso primer showing through in patches.At long last Ripley had straightened, shrugged, and pronounced Its not a Bayol.Youre wrong, Cady said Look again.Your rabbit is most probably European, and from Bayols era, at the turn of the twentieth century In some ways, it is very much in his style Bayol carved farmyard animals with sweet expressions like this one, so that fits But a hallmark of Bayols carvings was their simplicity His work almost never included flourishes like the lily of the valley here, he said, pointing to the offending flower And this rose carved in high relief, with the detailed thorns I dont even know what to say about that.But Bayol did custom work, right Cady replied Couldnt a client have asked for the flowers He shook his head I know Bayols work well Im also very familiar with the American carvers Dentzel, Looff, and Carmel Like all artists, carousel carvers leave their imprints on their work, like signatures Also, Bayol nearly always attached a small plaque to the saddles of his carved animals, and yours doesnt have one Your rabbit might have been carved by one of Bayols apprentices, or a competitorif you could establish its provenance, it would be worth .Cadys impulse was to argue with Ripley, to rail at him and cast aspersions on his professional qualifications, not to mention his parentage.But it wasnt his fault Maxine had been wrong It wasnt surprising Maxine always had insisted upon seeing possibilities in the junk other people threw away.So Cady had concentrated on reining in her emotions, fighting an almost overwhelming, and wholly uncharacteristic, urge to burst into tears.Get it together, Drake, she had scolded herself Weve been in worse situations than this one Much, much worse Well just have to come up with another plan.As a child Cady had developed the quirk of using the royal we when talking to herself otherwise the only we in her world was wishful thinking Later, the we came to mean Cady and Maxine, and finally, now, Cady and Gus the rabbit It was a silly, childish habit, but Cady had important things to worry about these days, such as where she was going to get the money to escape the wildly expensive San Francisco Bay Area, to move to a town where normal people could work a regular job and afford a decent place to live, and where she could become a foster mom, or maybe even adopt a child The thought of change terrified her, but she was desperate to create the sort of family that shed always wanted for herself True, being a photographer wasnt the best career option in a small town, but she didnt care what she did for a living She wasnt proud.The important thing was to start over To reinvent herself Cady yearned for the anonymity of a second chance, a clean slate, a tabula rasa To make a home someplace where no one knew where she came from, where no one knew she had nothing and no one.No family connections, no Maxine, no baby.Without volition her hand went to her stomach The only bump there now was from stress eating her way through countless bags of potato chips and boxes of Petit colier cookiesscraping off the chocolate in an embarrassingly juvenile ritualas she sat on the couch for weeks, watching endless reruns of Hoarders.The nurse in the emergency room had smelled of antiseptic and was very nice in the impersonal way of a kindhearted person saddled with far too much to do She had instructed Cady to finish the round of prophylactic antibiotics, to abstain from sex for six weeks no problem thereCady couldnt imagine being intimate, ever again, with anyone , to get plenty of rest, and to be prepared for sudden hormonal shifts as her body adjusted to what her medical chart referred to as an SAB spontaneous abortion.The baby Cady had accidentally conceived in an exceedingly rare one night stand, then after weeks of fear and trembling had decided to keep and come to love, had been lost in a gruesome rush of pain and cramps and blood, a gutting experience referred to simply as an SAB.An SAB.Cadys appalling, alien urge to cry must be due to shifting hormones Nothing Surely.First Maxine had died Then Cadys own body had betrayed her And now, even her precious carousel rabbit had turned out not to be who shed always thought he was.Cady was on a merry go round, and no matter how fast she galloped, she kept winding up at the same place.Her eyes stung, tears threatening So okay Maybe she would allow herself a few quick minutes of weeping in the back of the shop, while cursing Mr Scott Ripley of the Antiques Forum and his so called expertise.Then she would come up with a new plan.Chapter 3Present dayOaklandCadyThe banging on the door wouldnt stop Cady had hung the Closed sign on the window of the shop door, alongside a note about Maxines death But some of Maxines regular customers could be as persistent and annoying as a broken tooth.Go away she yelled from the back room.The banging continued She turned the television volume up.Cady A womans voice Olivia.Cady often thought of Maxine as the only person in the world who loved her, but there was also Olivia Gray.They had met years ago, right after Cady got divorced, in an adult education course on photographygenuine, old fashioned photography and film development, taught by a cranky old man who didnt take to what he called that modern digital crap.Olivia was everything Cady wasnt but had always wanted to be pretty, petite, quick to smile at others and to laugh at herself It was the first time Cady had understood the concept of a girl crush she was enad, sneaking glances under her bangs during class, following Olivia out to the vending machines during break.One night the machine ate Olivias rumpled dollar She banged on it ineffectually and yelled, Gol darn it Cady had never heard anyone say something like that except on television.Early training, Olivia explained to Cady, with an embarrassed smile and a chagrined little shrug My moms a stickler for polite language If she gets really, really mad she might say, Dammit But then she always follows it up with Pardon my French Cady smiled, hitting the machine just so while reaching in the back, the way she had learned to do as a bad kid with no spending money The mechanism started to hum and a PayDay bar banged down into the metal trough.There you go.Thanks Thats a neat trick So, whats your name Olivia didnt even know her name It figured Stuck up jerk.But nipping at the heels of anger was shame Try as she might, Cady just didnt pick up on social cues like other people did She wondered whether it was something integral to hersome mysterious bit of genetic code she had inherited from her unknown parentsor if it derived from her detached, frenetic childhood Ultimately it didnt matter She had always known she wasnt likable.She turned on her heel and stalked back to the classroom.After class, as Cady was gathering her things, Olivia made a beeline across the room So, Im an idiot in general And I can never remember names.Cady shrugged and zipped up the battered leather backpack she had scored at the flea market for five dollars.Im a bit of a sleuth, though Not to mention stubborn, Olivia said, holding out her hand Its nice to officially meet you, Cady Drake Im Olivia Gray How do you do Cady stared at her hand for a beat.Like I said, I know Im clueless, Olivia continued But since were the only two people in this class under the age of forty, I was wondering, do you want to go grab a drink Maxines voice whispered in her mind Get over yourself, girl Dont assume everyones out to get you.So Cady nodded, and they stopped by George Os It was a seedy dive bar, typical for this part of Oakland, but when they walked in, Olivias eyes lit up like a childs on Christmas morning.This is great, she announced, taking in the dartboard, out of date Halloween decorations, and half a dozen men slouched over the bar She ordered bourbon on the rocks, and Cady did the same.So, Olivia said as they took their drinks to a table Cady is a pretty name I saw on the roster that you dont spell it the traditional way, K A T Y.Yeah, said Cady I mean, I came with it.Olivia smiled I always hated my name.Why The kids used to taunt me at school, calling me Olive Oyl, she said in a low voice, as though confiding a shameful secret.Gee, said Cady after a beat, that must have been very traumatic for you.Olivia looked surprised, then started laughing You just made a joke And here I thought you were serious all the time She held up her glass Lets have a toast To quote Humphrey Bogart in that movie I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.And oddly enough, it was After the photography class ended, they enrolled in French language courses, then Thai cooking, then botany Olivia and her boyfriend, Sebastian, had Cady and Maxine over for dinner, and when they married, Cady stood up with them at City Hall Olivia loved to tag along at antiques flea markets, asking questions, and furnishing her falling down West Oakland Victorian one piece at a time Eventually she landed a job at Sunset magazine, and steered the occasional freelance photography job Cadys way.Through the years they joked about who had the upper hand in the Trauma Olympics, and whenever she invoked her childhood, Cady was the hands down winner But Olivia had struggles of her own.Cady Olivia called again through the door of Maxines Treasures Open up I brought coffee, made with my very own hands.With reluctance, Cady emerged from the back room and crossed the crowded shop floor.I dont want any, Cady said through the glass pane of the front door.Too bad Open up.Cady undid the dead bolt and crouched down to remove the rubber stopper she always shoved under the door It made her feel secure.Here, Olivia said as soon as the door was open, holding out a commuter mug and pushing past Cady into the store Its French roast, your favorite Youre welcome.I was sleeping.No you werent, Olivia said, raising one eyebrow as she looked over the jumble of inventory And you obviously havent been spending a lot of time cleaning.Not my strong suit.So, have you been working A little.Olivia led the way into the back room, where they sat down at the little table by the kitchenette Belatedly, Cady realized there was plentiful evidence of her recent dissolute lifestyle crumpled Cheetos bags and cookie packages old Chinese food takeout boxes, an empty vodka bottle.Liar, said Olivia, taking in the scene What have you really been doing Crying Cady collapsed onto the sofa.But thats good, right Olivia said, sympathy shining in her big chocolate colored eyes You never used to cry I count that as personal growth.Cady let out a humorless bark Only you could see crying as a positive.So, I was thinking, Olivia said, fiddling with her coffee mug, which boasted the garish orange and black logo of the San Francisco baseball team There are a lot of merry go rounds in Paris Loads of them I remember from when Sebastian and I went there on our honeymoon A carousel in every public square, it seemed like.And You love photographing carousels Have you ever thought of doing a book of photographs Of Parisian carousels Yes Why have we been studying French all these years if youre not going to put the language to good use And you never know what you might find The food, the wine, the cobblestone streets She let out a sigh Cest magique Cady managed a small smile You think everything is magical.And you think nothing is But youre wrong Olivia took another sip and let out a long, contented sigh She had a way of savoring her coffee as though it were the elixir of life, the cure for maladies, the font of all contentment And perhaps it was Olivia was the sunniest person Cady had ever known Before she met Olivia, Cady had believed sustained happiness was the stuff of fiction, found only in fairy tales.When did you become a San Francisco Giants fan Cady asked in a blatant bid to change the subject.Olivia laughed, holding her mug out and inspecting the logo as though shed never seen it before I have no idea where this came from It just appeared, as things are wont to do around my house But I like the way it feels in my hands.Random items appeared at Olivias place because people were forever passing through for dinners and parties, spending the night or staying for weeks at a time on the couch, leaving behind towels, a hairbrush, a coffee mug But Olivia took the ever shifting landscape of her home in stride, as though things appeared and disappeared by some enchanting sort of magic.That would drive me crazy, Cady thought She liked things organized, predictable Even in the apparent muddle of Maxines shop, Cady knew where each and every item was.Anyway, stop trying to change the subject because Im not falling for it, Olivia said as she set the mug down Maybe a change of scenery is exactly what you need And youve photographed our local carousels enough.Youre forgetting our road trip to see the worlds largest carousel at House on the Rock.Not that I have anything against Wisconsin, but I was thinking Paris might be a slightly dramatic change of scene.Cady shrugged Ill think about it.Heres the thing, Cady My mother always told me not to offer unsolicited advice But Im going to anyway, because I love my mama, but I love you, too, and you havent had anyone besides Maxine to give you the advice you need.You do realize, Cady said, that you are not required to fix my life ImExcuse me, interrupted Olivia When I was in the hospital, who brought me Thai noodles and Cherry Garcia Ice Cream You could have gotten as much from a delivery person.Is that right And would this alleged delivery person have given me her absolute devotion and forced me to survive chemotherapy, not to mention surgery Would said delivery person have read the entirety of 84, Charing Cross Road to me when I was in the hospital, then popped the cork on a bottle of champagne when I finished my chemo Would she also have watched endless rounds of basketball with Sebastian to keep him from going crazy from worry That was selfish on my part, said Cady Youre my only friend.With gut wrenching clarity, Cady remembered the moment, three years ago, when Olivia divulged she had been diagnosed with breast cancer In that instant Cady came to understand the true danger of loving someone the absolute panic at the thought of her leaving this earth.Olivias only response was a gentle smile.And where would I even get the money to go Cady wondered aloud She glared at her disappointing rabbit, propped in the corner.Olivia perked up, sensing a potential victory Your landlord has been offering you cash to buy out the shop lease, right And you can liquidate the inventory, which will add up to something And Ill lend you enough for the plane ticket.Cady snorted Like you and Sebastian have so much to spare We have some savings set aside for a rainy day and in case you hadnt noticed, my friend, its raining cats and dogs Metaphorically speaking.Its my rainy day, not yours.Details She waved off Cadys concern What good is money if I cant help a friend And I believe in your art Whats that old saying Anonymous was a woman What does that have to do with anything Because youre bound to remain anonymous if you dont get your art out there for people to see Taking student portraits might pay the bills, but youre an artist And I can be your patron Sort of At least I can manage a plane ticket.As photographers went, Cady did pretty well She hauled her heavy camera bag all over the Bay Area, from Marin to Morgan Hill, from the beaches of the Pacific Ocean to the Tahoe ski slopes, and never turned down a job She photographed weddings, bar and bat mitzvahs, first communions, anniversaries, birthdays, and family reunions She had regular gigs taking yearbook portraits at local schools, including the Berkeley French American International School And she did occasional shoots for Sunset magazine, and a few home design catalogs.Still, paying her bills every month was one thing, but putting aside a nest egg was something else altogether.Thanks, Olivia, but running away to Paris for a couple of weeks isnt going to solve anything.Think of it as running to something Anyway, I have to get back to the office But just promise me this, Olivia said, as she gathered her things to leave You wont close yourself off to possibility If something exciting falls in your lap, youll take it.Exciting Like what Cady demanded, irked She loved Olivia, but when was the last time something great had fallen into her lap That was the kind of thing that happened to charmed, suburban grown people like Olivia, not unwanted orphans like Cady Cady had had to work and schemeand occasionally stealto get anything she had.But Olivia lifted her eyebrows and flashed a cat that ate the canary smile One never knows what the future might bring.Cady laughed in spite of herself, gave her friend a hug, and watched as Olivia ambled back to her car, turning her face up to the morning sun, taking time to wave at a passing bicyclist Olivia saw the beauty in everything the sunrise, the city lights twinkling off the bay, a stranger on a bike.Whereas Cady, when faced with the same scene, saw the smog, the congestion of the freeway, a traffic hazard.Cady leaned her head against the doorjamb for a moment, ignoring the dust collecting on the shops inventory, trying not to look at the spot behind the register where Maxine had fallen She wasnt doing right by Maxineor even by her landlord, for that matter She wasnt doing right by herself, or Olivia, or anyone.She didnt think of herself as a true artist, as Olivia had suggested But surely Cady Anne Drake had something to offer this world If only she knew what it was.Chapter 41915Chteau Clement, ProvenceYves ClementShes out there again, riding that cursed carousel machine.It is a ghostly sight a grown woman riding a childrens toy, bathed in silver moonlight, her white dress floating out behind her, like a creature out of time What does she think What does she want Josephine is a puzzle Yves has never solved, would never be able to solve Perhaps she was too young when they married, or he was too old Their age difference didnt seem to bother her, but it gave him pause Increasingly so with the passage of time.Yves thinks back to his fathers pear orchard Workers would fit bottles over budding branches in early spring, so that the fruit would grow to full size while captured inside the glass, as poires prisonnires, imprisoned pears Once the pear matured, the bottle would be filled with brandy, called eau de vie, water of life And at long last it would be set on a high shelf and brought out on special occasions, leaving everyone to wonder how the miracle had occurred, how the pear came to be within the bottle.For the rest of his life, the sound of wind chimes would remind Yves of the glinting glass bottles hanging from those tree branches, clinking together in the famous winds that swept over the fields and orchards of Provence.His Josephine is like a bud in a bottle, a prisoner of the glass, awaiting her eau de vie.What is she looking for His thoughts, voiced by another Marc Antoine, their beloved son, joins Yves at the library window and gazes through the leaded glass at Josephine, as perplexed as his father.Yves places his hand on his sons newly muscular shoulder, missing the sharp feeling of delicate little boy wing bones under his palm Marc Antoines dark hair and eyes favor his mothers secretive features, and unlike Yves, Marc Antoine has always been large for his age, overtaking Yves in height two years ago, when he was but twelve years old Our boy is becoming a young man, Yves thinks as fear pierces his heart All too soon, Marc Antoine will leave him alone here in this once grand chteau, with only Josephinea pale imitation of the woman he had marriedas company.What is it she is looking for, riding that ridiculous merry go round at night Marc Antoine asks the question for the hundredth time.Yves does not answer.There is no answer, just the darkness of the night and the eerie song of the carousel.Chapter 5Present dayOaklandCadyCady was two drinks in when she bashed her toe, hard, on a leg of the couch Whirling around in a fit of anger and frustration, she kicked Gus.Harder than shed intended.The carved rabbit fell over onto its side, slamming against the granite edge of an end table Several already loosened joints gave up, and chunks of carved wood scattered on the floor like so many Tinker Toys the ears, two slats from one side, the front legs.Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry.Shame engulfed her This was the sort of thing she would have done as a child Cady had pursued counseling, attended mindfulness classes, and read dozens of self help books to learn to stifle her violent impulses She took a moment to close her eyes, take a breath for the count of four, hold it for seven, and release it for eight, as Maxine had taught her to do.And then she grabbed her camera She perceived clearly when she peered through the lens It allowed her to concentrate, to sink into herself and tune out the external world.Like peering through a pair of corrective glasses, looking through the camera lens allowed her to see in a way she couldnt with the bare eye.Now, Cady realized there was something hidden in the cavity of the rabbits belly.A bundle wrapped in pink fabric.Crouching down, she tried to pull it out, but it was stuck tight She would have to dislodge another of the laminated wood slats to get it out After a moments hesitation, Cady decided that poor, broken Gus was in for some heavy repair work in any case, so she carefully pried the torso apart.The rosy silk material was incredibly soft to the touch and reflected the overhead lights with a slight sheen Her heart hammering in anticipation, Cady pushed aside the fabric.Inside was a carved wooden box.A breathtaking box A work of art Made of pale ash wood, it had been carved with acanthus leaves, flowers, and swirls it was lacquered, polished, and sealed with a brass lock.Who would hide a box within a carousel rabbit And why If she broke the lock, would she be destroying a piece of history Or could there be something inside that was worth real money Something that might finance a trip to Paris, or even allow her to move and reestablish herself, as shed hoped selling Gus would do Could this be the little piece of magic Olivia insisted Cady would find someday No, she reminded herself Things like that dont happen to me.To hell with history Cady grabbed a spackling knife, shoved it into the seam of the lock, and tapped the end of it with a hammer She had to pry the box in several locations before the lock finally snapped.She opened the lid.A childish part of her hoped for a cache of jewels or gold, as though a pirate might have concealed his booty within this childrens amusement Instead, she found an ancient, sepia toned photograph of a woman a tightly braided plait of dark brown hair an intricately carved wooden rose and a note written in slanted letters The ink had faded to a light brown and the script was hard to read, but she made out Je taime toujours, et encore Souviens toi de moi.I love you forever, and still, Cady translated aloud Remember me.She checked the box for a false bottom, just in case, but there was nothing else Certainly no treasure Disappointment washed over her.That was it Thats your big secret Cady glared at the rabbit I gotta tell you, Gus, after all these years youre really letting me down.Still, she snapped several photos of the hidden cache.Unless the man at the antiques fair had told her establishing a provenance might increase Guss value Were there clues that could reveal where the rabbit figure had come from Stroking the silky plait of hair, Cady inspected the intricately carved wooden rose, complete with tiny thorns It reminded her of the flower on Guss side that had so offended Scott Ripley There was no signature or marking of any kind, certainly no brass plaque indicating provenance.She picked up the photograph The woman stood stiffly in front of a carousel, unsmiling, looking directly into the camera She appeared to be young, probably in her early twenties Her hair was piled on her head, with several strands escaping to frame a heart shaped face She wore a dark, high necked dress that fell to her ankles, topped by a work apron No visible lace or other embellishment Cady was hardly a fashion expert, but she guessed it was from around the turn of the twentieth century, certainly before World War I.The photograph was slightly fuzzy and crooked, as though taken by an amateur But a professional looking photographic stamp on the right lower corner read Chteau Clement.Cady opened her computer and searched, but she found no results for that name She read that only a few dozen historic chteaux still existed in good repair most had been too expensive to renovate after being abandoned during the French Revolution and then further damaged over the course of the two World Wars The great majority had fallen into ruin.The woman didnt appear to be the lady of the manorsurely she would have donned her finest gown for a photo session In fact, with the apron and the messy hair, she looked like a servant Which led to the next obvious question Who would have taken a servants photograph and then tucked it away in a box along with a love note And why Cady brought out her photographers loupe to study the fuzzy details of the carousel in the background She made out two carved horses, a carriage, and a rabbit that looked a little like Gus.Gus She gazed at her poor gutted rabbit.Im sorry, little guy Lets see what we can do about fixing you up.She lifted him onto the big project table and turned on some Edith Piaf to get in the mood.When Cady first started working for Maxine to repay her for items she had pilfered from the shop, she had simply cleaned and straightened and organized But over time Maxine taught Cady how to do some basic repairs on antiques and how to make new things look old with crackle paint and sandpaper, using the contents of the vacuum bag to rub into crevices and voids She learned how to apply gold and silver gilt, how to execute a proper French polish, and how to use glazes to suggest antiquity and increase value At the flea market on weekends, Maxine pointed out what was valuable, what was a cheap imitation, and how to tell the difference.Still, Cady wasnt a trained conservator, so she had always hesitated to work on the rabbit, afraid her efforts at repairing him would decrease, rather than add to, his value But now, since Gus wasnt who shed thought he was anyway, she figured she could at least piece him back together Cady enjoyed using her hands and getting back to basics sanding and scraping and laminating The process was calming, healing.As Piaf crooned her love for Paris, Cadys mind cast about, pondering the woman in the photograph Was the note written for her, or by her And how could Cady track down Chteau Clement Might it be the name of an old photography studio, rather than a true chteau per se The phone rang Lately Cady had been ignoring phone calls, but this was from Olivia If she ignored her calls, Olivia would show up in person.Hey, Cady answered Whats up Remember a couple of days ago, how I was saying you should hold out for a little magic in your life Yeah why Had Olivia somehow intuited what Cady had found in Guss belly Addison Avenue Books wants to offer you a contract for a photo book of Parisian carousels.What are you talking about Which part didnt you understand Theyre offering me a book contract Who are these people Theyre a small press based in San Francisco, but theyve been around for a long time They publish big, glossy coffee table books Its a niche market, but a profitable one One of the senior editors plays golf with Sebastian, and he pitched her the idea I sent her a link to your website, and she checked out your online portfolio I told her the magazine loves working with you, youre so professional and exclusive and very much in demand, blah blah blah.Basically, you lied.I did not lie I enhanced Anyway, since you dont have an agent, I told her to send me the contract so I could look it over for you Legalese and all that.I dont I mean I really dont knowCady, the universe is handing you a huge gift Accept your landlords offer to take over the lease, sell off Maxines inventory, store your stuff in my garage, and go to Paris.Speaking of gifts from the universe, listen to this Gus fell overto be honest, I kicked himand broke open, andYou kicked him Poor Gus.Yes, but listen There was a box hidden inside.What was in it Gold coins Diamonds Scads of old fashioned currency No, unfortunately Just a photograph and a lock of hair And a love note, and a wooden rose.How cool Are there any clues about where Gus came from Not right off the bat, but I did find the name of a chteau I have no idea where it is, though It doesnt come up on the Internet.Well, the book offer specifies photos of Parisian carousels, but theres no reason you cant wander a little farther afield once youre in the country, said Olivia You could track down that chteau You and I both know youre going to become obsessed with your mystery box, anyway Its what you do.It was true Cady was already reading and rereading the note, gazing at the photo, stroking the plait of hair, wondering about the significance of the rose Maxine used to say that once something had caught Cadys interest, she was like a dog with a bone On the one hand, her single mindedness had helped her in her photography on the other, her obsessions sometimes drove a further wedge between her and others.Seriously, Cady, Olivia continued Take the leap You know what they say The worlds your oyster.I dont like oysters.Have you ever tried oysters No Cady liked things to be predictable Running off to Paris for a photography assignment felt reckless Just the prospect gave her a dizzying sensation, like the first time she had seen the ocean, standing on the edge of a very steep cliff.The pays not great, but youre not a big spender, so itll be enough Honestly, Cady, what do you have to lose Cady gripped the telephone so tightly that her knuckles hurt Even she had to admit It felt like the universe was giving her a big old shove in the direction of La Belle France.You dont have any room in your garage, Cady said Everyone elses stuff is jammed in there already.Ill make room, Olivia answered, a triumphant tone to her voice So, is that a yes Mais oui, Cady said, surprising them both.Praise for The Lost Carousel of Provence Plan your trip to Provence now In this meticulously researchednovel, Juliet Blackwell deftly navigates three time periods, taking us from contemporaryCalifornia to bothThe Belle poqueand Nazi occupiedFrance as she spins a story as charming as an antique carousel.Sally Koslow, author of Another Side of ParadiseAn untrusting American orphan meets a dysfunctional French family and each turns out to possess wisdom that helps the other to heal from old, old wounds With crystalline imagery, vivid characters and lively prose, Juliet Blackwell redefines what family means, in a way that will touch readers long after they ve read the last page.As Cady points her camera at one antique carousel after another, this novel should come with a warning Will cause enormous desire to travel to France.Stephen P Kiernan, author of The Bakers SecretNarrating from several perspectives, Blackwell weaves together a tale of love lost, repressed passion, and finding a sense of belonging that should utterly charm and delight readers new to her and current fans alike BooklistPraise for Letters from ParisBlackwell seamlessly incorporates details about art, cast making, and the City of Light and especially stuns in the aftermath of the main story by unleashing a twist that is both a complete surprise and a point that expertly ties everything together Publishers WeeklyBest selling author Blackwell brings us another captivating tale from the City of Light.this romantic and picturesque novel shows us that even the most broken people can find what makes them whole again BooklistBlackwell paints a picture of Paris that is both artistically romantic and realistically harshA compelling story of Paris, art, and love throughout history Kirkus ReviewsA great tale of mystery, artistry, history, and a little romance With plenty of backstory and tidbits about Parisian life in the 19th century, there s something for everyone in this recommended read Library JournalPraise for The Paris KeyA charming protagonist and a deep well of family secrets, all gorgeously set in the City of Lights.Michelle Gable, international bestselling author of I ll See You in Paris A witty, warm, winsome novel Blackwell s generation spanning tale combines intrigue and passion with a flawless ear for language and a gift for sensory detail.Sophie Littlefield, bestselling author of The Guilty One The Lost Carousel of Provence Kindle edition by Juliet The Blackwell Download it once and read on your device, PC, phones or tablets Use features like bookmarks, note taking highlighting while reading Overall, is an informative, romantic, mysterious tale that a well written, exceptionally researched, beautiful, picture postcard the history, landmarks, culture, culinary fare, lost art forms country obviously loves knows Blackwell alluring predominantly set in majestic southeastern region France during early s, as present day, told from three different perspectives Maelle, independent, hardworking young woman struggling to showcase her talents prove worth male dominated environment About An artist family abandoned its secrets, whose search for meaning unearths all sweeping expressive story New York Times bestselling author Letters Paris Paperback FREE shipping qualifying offers i bb b Long National Association Census North To submit carousel census you will need request data form should be completed best knowledge returned me When submitting entry census, please include much supporting historical documentation possible Book Review September , shihtzusandbookreviews Goodreads blurb Of Historical Novel Society treat Francophiles, especially those interested turn century vividly captures intricate workings workshop France, carving, sanding, painting individual animals technology involved creation merry go round Lesa s Critiques moving loss and, end, hope In Josephine Clement has everything she could want Her husband even hires famous designer, Gustave 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    • The Lost Carousel of Provence
    • 3.4
    • 265
    • Format Kindle
    • 384 pages
    • Juliet Blackwell
    • Anglais
    • 17 August 2017

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