Number 33

I have hosted ten thousand parties and greeted royalty, noblemen, businessmen, foreigners, and scholars.

At the height of my greatness, everyone who was anyone wanted to be where I was. I was the talk of the town. 33 Rue Ste. Catherine. I was where secrets were shared, business deals were made, ideas were created, and once where a bastard prince was born and immediately hidden away in obscurity.

My dinner parties were legendary. The finest wines and fruits from the continent. Catered by the best chefs in Paris. Attended by the most glamorous ladies and the most sought-after gentlemen.

Only the best and most worthy were allowed to pass through my doors.

Öèôðîâàÿ ðåïðîäóêöèÿ íàõîäèòñÿ â èíòåðíåò-ìóçåå

That was over a century ago.

Since then, my standings have…slipped.

I should have known when the last Comte de Rochambeau placed my deed in the poker game for his final bet that it would have been his final bet. They found him with a bullet through his head the next day. The family had to vacate and I’ve been shuttled around from person to person since then like an abandoned stepchild.

No more dukes and duchesses, as time went by I played host to the less fortunate. Elaborate parties and all night dancing gave way to family quarrels and noisy neighborhood unrest. And then there were other secrets:

  • The woman in room 12 who entertained several male visitors per night.
  • The man in room 3 who believed that bleach could remove all traces of blood.
  • The man in room 6 – tough guy – who cried himself to sleep every night while wearing his mother’s clothes.
  • The individual living in the cellar who hasn’t moved a muscle since arriving several years ago.

These days, I see little activity, except for the insects and other vermin who scuttle about through my rooms. There is no one to take care of me anymore and I can feel the ravages of time working its way through my structure. I’m old, very old, and enjoy the peace and quiet, and I have several lifetimes of memories to keep me company.


5 thoughts on “Number 33

  1. I love the story told from this point of view. I felt kind of sorry for the old place and also intrigued by all the events and people. Nicely done!

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