“Great grandma, why is your watch so funny?”
“It’s not funny,” Violet said, “It’s fun. Sit on my lap.”
Gwen cuddled in. “Long long ago, when I was a girl, there was a parfumeur in Paris named Victor Vaissier. Victor was an artist as well as a chemist. He decorated his packages with pretty flowers and fancy flourishes. This was the late 1880s, you know, the Belle Epoque.”
Gwen had a lot of questions, but she wanted to hear the story.
“His soap became very famous, and he even sold his lotions and potions to the King of Belgium, the Tsar of Russia and the Royal courts of Romania.”
They all sounded very important to Gwen.
“One year, Victor Vaissier gave watches to all his top customers. The watch face was a pretty yellow with roses and his name right in the middle. The King of Belgium gave this to me, and I had a band made to match.”
“Wait a minute, Great-grandma, did you say the King of Belgium?”
“Yes, my dear. We were ….. very good friends.”