Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

＜ Eiffel Tower ＞

It’s a trip…

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In fact, even in the 21st century, I wasn’t the type to travel that much. It wasn’t for some reason… I just didn’t have the time.

If you do a series every day, you don’t have any stockpiling, and then you don’t have time.

Besides, I didn’t go out well because I was originally interested in Indian language. I’m comfortable at home.

That’s why I tend to go around more vigorously in the 19th century.

It’s not that it happened after I debuted as a writer, it’s because I often went on business trips to France or Belgium while working with Mr. Miller.

In a way, it also meant that there was a sense of going back to my original life after debuting as a writer.

So I’m not bad! I just did my best for my readers and money!

“With nothing to do, my seizures get worse every day.”

ugh Mr. Miller’s sting hurts.

Anyway, that’s how I was going around and running around.

Mr. Miller was a very generous person, so he went around sightseeing courses as well.

Well, of course, it’s a business trip, so it’s a bit different from travel, but…

“Okay, if I elaborate, I want to go on a trip with the kids after all, isn’t it?”

“Yes, how are you?”

“No.”

Eh? I looked at Mr. Miller’s face as he cut like a knife with a puzzled look on his face.

As I just said, Mr. Miller is such a generous person that he enjoys sightseeing together on business trips. But suddenly it doesn’t work, what is this?

“You dare to leave me alone and only you can score points? It can’t be. Are you going on a family trip? Where would you like to go?”

“Ah… yes.”

Then it is. This is Mr. Miller.

First of all, I really want to go somewhere right now! Since there was nothing to do, I decided to ask the participants about their intentions.

“I am America! how about usa They say you’re doing the best these days.”

“What America? It’s France at times like this!!”

“Hmm, what do you think?”

“What about at a time like this?”

I cannot support either side. Because one side will squeak. But I know how to do miracles. It’s a time-honored method that has already been done many times.

“Come on, here.”

I held out the chessboard to the two of them. Do you understand what I mean?

Kill each other now.

“Win!!”

“Despicably real!”

“Oh, so one more game?!”

“······sh*t.”

And the winner was Madge.

Hmm, from my point of view, the skills were on par, but Madge’s off-the-field tactics are good. It’s not common for her to secretly press down as an older sister and scrape her planting.

You seem to have learned a lot in the dorms.

Look at that Monty dropping the crane.

Anyway, that’s why it’s French… not bad.

The word ‘frog’ comes to mind first because I was very much influenced by England, but to be honest, the fact that England at this time called France a frog was more like jealousy than contempt.

In an age when the United States was still a second-rate power, the international official language of Belle Epoque after Napoleon was French. Isn’t it clear that the word ‘Belle Époque’ itself is a French word right now?

And among them, Paris.

Now Paris is famous as the city of art, and there are many painters, writers, and musicians living there.

Monet painted a series of ponds, and Cézanne painted pears and fruits.

Rodin completed a statue of a thinking man, and Debussy composed a prelude.

The first motorsport was also a competition that took place from Paris to Rouen.

I’ve seen an interview with Peugeot’s Albert Lemerte, the winner before.

Emile Zola went to great lengths to defend Dreyfus, and Marcel Proust wrote ‘In Search of Lost Time’… Uh, is this about 10 years later? anyway.

Unfortunately, the greatest French literary genius of this period, Guy de Maupassant… died two years ago. with syphilis.

I wanted to meet you sometime, but it’s a pity.

Like the real Oscar Wilde, is it the answer for genius short story writers to just be castrated and canned for the rest of their lives? Why do these guys waste their already short lives by f*cking their cock heads like this?

anyway.

I stopped thinking and looked at the scenery in front of me.

There, the building that Guy de Maupassant hated all his life, and England built a monstrous object called the Blackpool Tower out of jealousy, but it was not even half built and ruined like a dog.

The Eiffel Tower (La tour Eiffel) was now in front of my eyes.

“Wow, that’s so big!!”

“That is the Eiffel Tower. Miss Madge.”

I smiled and pulled Mary’s stroller.

Yes, I am my kids now. I was in Paris, France with my three siblings, Madge, Monty and Mary.

Since Plymouth is right in front of Toki, it’s just a matter of getting there by boat.

Mr. Miller and Mrs. Clara were sent on a friendly date, and I was taking care of the kids.

The kids are definitely all grown up, so they understand everything.

hmm. Can I see the fourth?

“Hanseul, Hanseul!! Look at that, it’s the Seine!”

“What is that? Isn’t it just a stream?”

Madge, who puts meaning on the river Seine itself, and Monty, who was dissatisfied with the width of the river, which is not very grand, clearly revealed their colors.

Well, that’s not entirely wrong.

Unlike the Han River in Seoul and the Thames River in London, the Seine is a river with a surprisingly small scale.

I can’t help it. The width of the Han River at the time it passes through Seoul is almost 1 km, but the width of the Seine River passing through Paris is only between 1 and 200 m. It’s okay to just swim across it.

But the scenery is awesome.

In the middle of the river are the islands of Saint-Louis and Isle of Cité, and between them are the Notre-Dame Cathedral, the Louvre Museum, the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, and so on.

In other words, it is the best shutter place.

I gave Monty a gentle shove on the back and handed Mary’s stroller into his hand.

“Come on, Bocchan. Please don’t be so mean, go and stand by Miss Madge.”

“With your sister? Why…”

“I will take a picture for you.”

“Madge!! Stop there!!”

Look at this, kids like photography too, don’t they?

I smiled and pulled out a large camera from under Mary’s stroller. After all, this is the camera sponsored by old Lewis Carroll.

Kodak n°1 box camera.

I tried to pose while lifting the flag of civilization running at the cutting edge.

Of course, compared to the 21st century, it is very cumbersome, heavy, and irritating, but I can endure this much to take pictures of my kids.

Isn’t there a saying that the only thing left after a trip is a photo?

“Okay, take a picture. One, two, kimchi~”

“Hanseul, but what is kimchi?”

“Come to think of it, sometimes he says to himself that he wants to eat it.”

“Sleep, be quiet!!”

And after a while, after a few minutes, I gave an ok sign and the exhausted kids sat down.

Well, I can’t help it.

The technology is still vague, so it will take some time. Not even instant confirmation.

Is this the level of cutting-edge technology?

“I’d like to take a few more shots… but that won’t work, right?”

“no.”

“Buy me a crepe.”

“Kurepuu~?”

“Yes, yes.”

Like children, I quickly lost my concentration and gave up.

And I looked around.

The Seine Riverside in Paris was a famous tourist destination, and there were many street shops.

And I went to a stall selling crepes and ordered three crepes.

“Here, three crepes…”

“＜You speak French? cheesy.＞”

“＜······Three crepes.＞”

“＜Heh, even though I knew, why did you write such a vulgar word? Here it is.＞”

Huh, true. I have been taking food from street vendors sticking out their tongues and offering crepes.

In my ears, I could hear the whispers of the French people around me.

“＜Did you hear? It must be Rosbif.＞”

“＜I heard. My God, how can pirates, if they have no money, dress Asians so well and use them as tutors?＞”

“＜Leave it alone. I saw earlier that they were taking pictures with that monstrous sternum in the background. All ignorant island monkeys are like that.＞”

That’s great. The baguette-scented frog babies can’t help it. It’s like these born racists.

I licked my lips and was glad they didn’t speak French yet.

Of course, that much I heard a lot in London.

However, as a result of my several business trips, the hatred of foreigners in mainland Europe… In particular, the discrimination against the British is really different compared to what I received in the UK.

Well, Yeonggil-ri is also hateful, but it is also a third-class cultural country.

However, Britain discriminates against Ireland again, discriminates against America, and among them, WASPs and people of color are divided… and everything in the world is so complicated and bizarre. Isn’t it just that the PC movement has appeared in an extreme way in the West?

“Hanseul, what happened?”

“Are you steamed?”

“it’s nothing.”

I deliberately shook my head and stroked the children’s heads.

I don’t agree with all of Lewis Carroll’s words, but the answer is the innocence of real kids.

At least kids are honest about what they like.

“Then let’s take a look at the scenery from the Eiffel Tower and look around the Louvre.”

“The Eiffel Tower? Is that high?”

“Yes. How cool would it be to look down on Paris from that ‘high place’?”

I said forcefully.

When I was in Korea, I climbed up the Eye of Sauron, that is, the Colde World Tower, and went up the transparent floor, and it was really cool.

Isn’t that what you think when you’re at a high place? ‘Look! People who are like garbage!’

Madge came up to me and grabbed my sleeve and asked in a trembling voice.

“Can I not go?”

“Ugh. Are you scared?”

“Oh no! It’s not like that! What if it collapses!!”

Heh heh, true. You say all the stars That’s a building that will survive exactly 135 years later, lady. I don’t know more than that.

Then Monty came and said that the younger brother is good at scratching the insides of the older sister.

“Hey, are you scared?”

“… you die.”

“What’s wrong with not being able to climb that high?”

“Brother, don’t provoke me too much.”

I sighed and pulled the stroller between Monty and Madge. I know it’s puberty, but guys, the older you get, the more you fight.

“miss. Don’t worry.”

“But…”

“Even though that tower looks like that, it is a very strong building. Nothing will happen.”

Besides, I said.

“The view from up there is truly amazing. I guarantee. It will probably be an unforgettable memory for the rest of my life.”

“Hmm. Thank you for saying that.”

That moment. Maddo and Monty were the ones who said that. It wasn’t even Mary.

When I turned my head, an oddly decent-looking Frenchman in all-white was looking down at me.

“Hey, who are you?”

“He lives there.”

The man pointed to the edge of the Eiffel Tower and said.

Hmm. Are you a business owner on the first floor of the Eiffel Tower? There are many cases where I stay overnight at the store during this time.

“Hey, you look more like someone who knows what art is. It looks like he wants to climb the Eiffel Tower with the children of the house he attends, but hehehe, it feels good. I will send you up there.”

“Is that okay?”

“then! It doesn’t matter whoever appreciates that tower, be it an Englishman, an American or a German. A Frenchman would have been better.”

Heh heh, true. Well, at this time, the Eiffel Tower was famous for its monstrosity. In a way, that person seems to have been influenced a lot by that idea as he was doing business under the Eiffel Tower.

Well, that might be embarrassing. It’s okay to be criticized for things that have nothing to do with you.

I had no reason to refuse.

“All right. Then please.”

“good! Then, after that, have a meal at my house and go. Do you like escoffier (grilled beef and vegetables in a crust)?”

Come to think of it, it was lunchtime.

Monty screamed that he liked it before me, and when I agreed, Mary naturally followed suit, and Madge only nodded with a grumpy face.

Like that, my family and the unidentified Frenchman naturally entered the tower.

Hmmm, but strangely you don’t get paid? Well, when it’s famous for its ugly things, should I let it in for free?

And let’s go in there.

Surprisingly, there was an elevator installed inside, despite the fact that it was in 1895.

It was not a transparent elevator, but there were glass windows, and the open steel structure of the Eiffel Tower allowed the outside scenery to be seen without filtering.

And, like that, the top floor finally went up.

“Uh ha ha ha! I am the king of the world!!”

“Monty!! at there!!”

The top of the Eiffel Tower, where the landscape of Paris looks like an ant.

Monty walks around excitedly, and I chuckle at it.

Everyone likes it too Would that be good?

by the way.

“Come on, this way.”

“yes?”

“This is my house.”

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The Frenchman pointed with his finger at a space with a bathroom, kitchen, and two rooms installed on one side.

what the hell Living space in the Eiffel Tower? And you got in there? The moment I thought of that.

I intuited something and asked.

“Excuse me, may I ask your name?”

“Ah, come to think of it, I didn’t make a full statement.”

Gustav. The Frenchman said so proudly.

“Alexandre Gustave Effel. He is the designer of this tower, and a pioneer who is persecuted by idiots who do not know the trend of the times.”