Saturday, 30 July 2011
It helped that I sampled some French pastries on my way toward Notre Dame. The last time I saw it was nine years ago – nine years ago – and it’s still here. Can you believe it? Some things are built to last.
I didn’t go in this time because the line stretched around the continent – tourist season is a joyous time – and I was rudely told to find my way to the end of it, as I confusedly blundered into it. By some fat Americans. Whose innocent little children I wanted to flog in the street, just for fun.